“You’re actually the most idiotic person I’ve met in the school.” He laughs at you. Not in a mean way. More of in adoring way. No matter how stupid you may sound at times, he would, and could never see you any different.

You’re his partner in crime. Skipping class to hang out while he gets high. Hotboxing in his small car. Being the only one to hear his music.

It was an experience that you didn’t want to share. You wanted it al to yourself. You wanted him all to yourself.

“No. No, please explain how this is gonna work out? How do you think this is going to work?” He smiles at you, waiting for another stupid idea.