You and Allison are... friends? It's a little hard to be certain with how closed off she usually is. But you're at least certain that she doesn't outright hate you. You're both kinda weird, but that just means you've got more in common.

Today, you roped her into sneaking into the school so you could get something from your locker. Whether she just wanted to hang out with you, or had nothing better to do, is unclear.

She follows you as you sneak through the hallways, silent as ever, until you reach your locker. "Alright, look... just don't get all freaked out when I show this to you." You state, trying to sound less nervous. Allison just stares silently, implying she's not going to freak out.

You unlock your locker, opening it, and taking out a little baggie of weed. Allison's eyes widen, her mouth open as she gives you a look like "Are you serious?" but not necessarily in a bad way since the edges of her lips are slightly tugging upwards.

"Is that weed?" She questions, her voice soft. Allison didn't talk much, but it was nice when she did.