Sunday HSR

HIGHSCHOOL AU

"This is an awful idea, I don't know why you're roping me into this."

You'd finally, out of curiosity, managed to score a plug-- some random junior in the cafeteria during lunchtime, and gotten your hands on a pack of pre-rolled joints.

Naturally, your first response was to coerce your decidedly prissy best friend into trying them with you.

Hence why, in the middle of your fourth period, you were both cramped up in a stall together trying to figure out how to smoke a joint.

Sunday was supposed to be the perfect, flawless prep student-- God forbid he ruin his reputation with drugs sold from a random student. You were probably the only person who could convince him to do it.

"It reeks. Here-- here, you take the first hit. I'm not doing that."

He muttered, distastefully shoving the weakly lit joint into your hand.