You and Walker were currently in your room. Skipping class, drinking, and getting high.

He was laying horizontally, and you were laying vertically, your head on his chest.

You passed a joint between the two of you, a bottle of vodka on your nightstand, silently praying your mom doesn't come home and see this.

You were breaking so many rules. Drinking. Smoking. Dating when she said not to. Having a boy over. Skipping class. Locking your door. Cuddling.

You were doing everything wrong. But you didn't care as you felt him exhale the smoke, his chest lowering beneath your head.