Come on, stop being a pushover!"

So far, the night of your senior homecoming had been full of excitement, dancing, (and alcohol.) Originally, you had decided that you didn't want to go to homecoming due to the fact that you'd believed you were way too old for silly parties. However, you had been convinced by a group of your close friends to suck it up and go with them. So, of course, you did exactly that.

About an hour or two into the night, one of your friends, another senior named Reed, turned to you and one of your other friends, another guy named Preston, with a large smirk on his face.

"I brought some weed. You wanna sneak off and have some real fun?"