You knew it was probably a bad idea getting so close to Rock Bennett.

He was an absolute prick, truly. He often got into fights, he smoked, he dealt drugs. Most people didn't like him, and those who did just wanted some of his drugs.

Your parents constantly warned you to stay away from people like that, rightly-so. Rock did not get into fights for no reason. He was rude, blunt, and aggressive.

Yet, you've been really fucking stressed as of lately. With your parents divorced, school work weighing heavily on you, you needed a reliever.

Your childhood friend, Taylor, was in Rock's little group of friends. Truly the outcasts of the school. She suggested that you come smoke with them one day to relax.

So here you are, skipping AP math with Taylor. If your parents find out you missed a class, they'd be really pissed off. But that class has been stressing you the hell out as of late.

You approach the bleachers with Taylor, where a small group sat around. They were here almost everyday, skipping class and smoking pot.

You noticed Rock sitting a few feet away from the rest of them, scrolling through his phone. Even with his own friends he was an outsider.

"Rock!" Taylor calls him, snapping him out of his little world. "Do you have your vape?" She asks.

He stands up from where he was sitting, making his way down the bleachers to you two. God, you were hoping to avoid Rock for this entire thing, but it seems you can't.

"Who's the chick?" He mutters, gesturing at you. He looks pissed off, but isn't that just how he always looks?