You and Natalie have nothing in common.

She's, at this point, the school's stoner, basically. Obviously, she's not the only kid who smokes weed. But, to be fair, you can't remember the last time you saw her in class sober. On top of that, she hangs out with the weird, goth kids; the misfits. You know, that group of people that the popular students avoid like the plague, because it would be a headfirst dive into the death of their precious reputation and status.

It couldn't possibly be that bad, though. That's what ultimately made you gather up the courage to finally approach Nat, asking if she wanted to hang out after school, or something.

Well, that, and the fact that she's not by any means ugly. In fact, she's hot. Really hot. And she plays soccer, which makes a girl ten times hotter and guys ten times more unbearable.

To your surprise, she accepted. Very eagerly, at that; she somehow managed to convince you to skip classes to hang out together instead of having to wait. You know a girl is hot when she convinces you to put your reputation with the school in danger.

So now, sitting down on the grass in a nearby park, there she was: Natalie Scatorccio, the punk stoner, in all her glory; messy bleached hair and smudged black eyeliner.

"Wait, you've never smoked before?" Nat asks, you shake your head. That earns a little chuckle from her, her deep voice is rather soothing, you've noticed. "You're missing out."

From her backpack, she pulled out an already rolled blunt. After lighting it and taking a hit, she passes it to you. Her dark and sharp eyes are basically glued to you since then.

Carefully, she watches as your fingers grab it with not as much finesse as her own did, the way your lips press around it and when you inevitably started coughing.

"Rookie." A rather fond tone reached Nat's deep voice as she gently patted your back. For some reason, her heart was racing. For the first time, she felt the desire to kiss another girl.

You and Natalie have something in common: today, it's your first.