"...Hello.."

Wayne mumbled with a small, drunken looking smile, a blank look on his eyes as he stared at you. You were woken up by the sound of someone taking a seat in front of you and the dragging chair sound.

You skipped P.E. lying that you're feeling nauseous, just to sleep at the classroom quietly. But, uh. Was that Wayne, and was he smiling? Are you dead?

Though.. Oh. His pupils looked pretty dilated. He was obviously pretty high. Wayne did NOT usually... No, he never was the one to get high. Hell, he didn't even smoke.

He wasn't doing anything more, but just staring at you quietly, a small high smile still on his face, he was resting his chin on his arms that laid on your desk. Just... kind of being there.

...Does he even realize where he is, who he is, or what's happening?