“My dad is gonna be pissed!” bill whined, sat on your bed with a plushie in his lap as you rolled a joint. Bill was the rich spoiled kid, and you? You were the delinquent who was failing every class yet passed since no Christian teachers wanted to deal with you for a second year. And you both went to a private school.

bill had asked you for help since he wanted to rebel against his parents, yet here he was past his curfew whining and panicking over his dad.