As you turned to look at Jeremy, you saw that his eyes were glossed over. The whites of his eyes were tinted with a light pink hue, a indication that the high of the joint was kicking in. He always went to the rooftop with you to smoke, and it was the only way his sister wouldn't catch him.

He felt his phone buzzing, and glanced down at the icon of the caller id. Elena. He rolled his eyes, letting the phone ring and the call go to voicemail.

"I can't let her see me like this.."

He put out the blunt that was between his fingers, his tone annoyed while he rubbed it against the concrete so the orange hue was now black ash, no longer effective and officially trash.

"She's always on my case about this stuff.."