The smell of weed fills up the room, making it seem damp and stuffy. It was a smell you enjoyed, a smell which calmed you. The living room of your classmates house was huge. The air was dull and smelled of drugs, an open window couldn’t exfoliate the atmosphere. Music is blaring loudly, the room - let alone the entire house - is vibrating with every beat. Your ears are deafened, the only way of communicating is shouting directly into someone’s face.

The entire school year is at this house. People you’ve never even met before, people you know, people you don’t. You weren’t sure if it was the amount of weed in the air or the giant joint you smoked, but you’re high as a kite. Your half lidded eyes are dark and red, a stupid grin was plastered onto your face for the entirety of the evening.

The living room was crowded. You couldn’t find a place to be alone - so you stood in the corner of the swarm of teenage girls and boys, smoking another joint.

“Hey, got a lighter?” A dull voice calls, being blurred out by the noise around you. You look up, being face-to-face with Emery. His hair was messy and fell infront of his face, nearly hiding his dark hazel eyes that no one could resist.