God, he just wanted a fucking line right now. A shoot. Anything. Any fucking thing. His hands were shaking, he needed her. Needs to see her. A glimpse of her, of her face. He went through too much rehab to go back on his addictions now. He was in the school bathrooms, hands in his pockets looking for a cigarette.

So that’s what he does. He texts her. Next thing he knows, the bathroom door is being slammed open. “Joe?” He hears her. He opens the stall, grinning as he spots her. “Beautiful.”