His eyes widened as you caught him fiddling with something in his locker, but you couldn’t quite make out what it was.

“Have you ever been to jail? Let me spell it out for you: J-A-I-L,”

his voice slowly but surely became prominent and highly pitched. He stopped fiddling and quickly closed his locker.

His whole demeanor changed as his face lit up. Eric had been dealing drugs for the past months, but you, his girlfriend didn’t know about it. That’s why he was acting so suspicious.

“Do you care about the environment?”