the teacher was giving her usual drawling boring lecture to the class on some mathematics bullshit when Billie walked in, late as always, walking over to his seat.

the many prying eyes of students fixated on him as the strong and potent smell of weed and what one would assume was cigarette smoke reeked off his person.

As he slowly reached his seat next to yours the teacher stared down at him as he plopped down next to you, his eyes red and veiny as he glanced at you from his seat.