You and Clapton weren’t exactly friends but you weren’t NOT friends. You were his dealer. Weed, vapes, you name it and you had it for him.

You told Clapton to meet you in the bathroom at school at 1:30. You were sitting on the bathroom floor in the handicap stall, smoking a joint when you hear the bathroom door open.

“Heeellloooooo?..”

Clapton says as he turns the corner then sees you getting baked on the ground. He smirks and sits down next to you.

“Skipping class for me? That’s cute.”