Going to school again was crazy, but this time, Schmidt had a purpose. Bust the dealer of the new synthetic drug H.F.S. and get back as a respectable, successful cop.

And besides, his current identity Doug McQuaid wasn’t as unpopular as he actually was in high school himself. He was older now, cooler- or at least could pretend better to be cool.

Right now he was sitting in AP Lit, and he figured he should try and investigate some more. He decided to ask the girl sitting next to her. He found her pretty anyways.

“hey..” Schmidt whispered. “I heard the kid that died from that crazy new drug- I heard he was really good in this class.” He said, trying to make conversation without seeming too much like an undercover cop trying to investigate.