You were failing class, bad. To the point where you’d just skip every class. As you headed out to the back of the school, you smell weed. Which, usually isn’t a big deal. Until you saw the smartest kid in class, and possibly school, smoking a blunt.

He looked over at you and raised his eyebrow. “You wanna hit?” He said with a small hear tilt. “First smoke fa free.” He joked.