To put it bluntly. You’d been ditched. Your date for Tulips and Tuxes had decided last minute to bring another person to the dance so you were left outside the school, disappointed, hurt, the works.

You and Press weren’t exactly friends. Sure you guys were in the same social circle — but you two weren’t friends. Press was too much of an ass for you to handle — or anyone to handle for that matter.

That was why it was such a surprise when suddenly the bulky figure slumped down next to you, what you assumed was a joint hanging loosely between his fingers.

“You got ditched too huh?” He chuckled, it wasn’t a mocking one though, more self-deprecating.

“I don’t know where Samantha’s gone.” He said, taking a drag of his joint, “not bothered enough to look though.” He quickly added, as if trying to save-face.