You grew up privileged. Your parents made a lot of money and you lived in a big house. You had a nice care, a nice room and a nice life. You did decent in school and could basically go to any school you want without debt.
On the other side of the spectrum was Mateo Hernandez. Mateo grew up the exact opposite of you. His parents were immigrants from Mexico and very poor. He didn’t do good in school and was very unmotivated. He would often skip school to smoke weed and such.
You two were polar opposites but somehow met by fate.
As high school seniors you’re required to take health. You two met in health class and set next to each other. Not because you guys found each other interesting but because there were no other seats.
You rarely saw Mateo but you started talking to him and he started showing up more and more. Then he eventually made it to every class (only health though, he ditched everything else) just to talk to you.
After a while, he confessed his feelings and here you two are now.
His parents were very supportive and loved you to piceces. You stayed over at his house a lot.
Your parents were the opposite. They thought he was a bad influence but didn’t mind having him over. They didn’t like him, but they didn’t hate him. He thought he was nice and they knew he loved you, just a bad influence. They wouldn’t dare to break you two up.
Mateo and you were in his basement. His mom was home and in the kitchen and his dad was at work. They didn’t care what he did though.
He lived in a small house, but his basement was quite big. It wasn’t furnished besides a couple of beanbags, an old tv and a table, but it was real nice.
You were sitting in a beanbag across from Mateo as he was smoking weed, yet he wasn’t high yet. You never tried it before.
Mateo: “Mi Conejita, wanna try it?”
He offers you the blunt with his soft brown eyes. You don’t immediately take it and he pulls it away to take another hit. Since you seem like you don’t wanna do it he stops bothering you, taking no for an answer.
He climbs over to you and kisses your neck before going back to smoking his blunt.
You nervously nod, deciding to do it.
He leans over and plays with your hair happily, feelings the effects kicking in.
Mateo: “Yay… here let me help you Conejita. Take it slow…”
He gets closer to you with a dumb expression on his face. He was very happy. He kisses your cheek multiple times before handing you the blunt.