High Times, chapter 1
""Oh shit! There's a car coming! Should we hide or something?" I squealed as I anxiously grabbed the arm of the person next to me. The owner of the aforementioned limb turned towards me chuckling softly.
"Breath Stace, breath." Mike said as he did his best impression of a yoga instructor.
"Easy for you to say. It's not like this is your first time," I shot back.
"Chill, no one is going to notice us out here. The guys and I do this all the time," he responded.
"You'd better be right, or your ass is mine." Mike laughed and patted my back.
"Damn girl, you are way too uptight. You definitely could use this." He gave me a sly grin and turned his attention to the other members of our group. "Yo Beej, you done packing that pipe yet?" Mike questioned the slight dark-haired boy sitting on a park bench across from us.
Taking his gaze off of the pipe he had been focusing on intently for the past ten minutes, Billie Joe looked up to reply. "Almost man, it's taking a little longer because of the lack of light." We all turned to glare at the tall gawky kid standing over Billie. Ian smiled evilly before putting on his normal façade of innocence.
"Gee guys, I'm really sorry I forgot the flashlight again. Darn me and my forgetfulness." Mike and I looked at each other knowingly. Ian often pleads forgetfulness. The truth was, he was just a cruel fucker and loved making things difficult for people. As I opened my mouth to reply, Billie shouted "Done!" causing me to jump for the fiftieth time that night.
"Ok newbie, come on over here and let me introduce you to Miss Havisham," Billie said as he crooked his finger at me.
"You named your pipe after a Great Expectations character?" I asked as I walked over. "Why? God, I didn't even know you guys read."
"Hey!" Ian exclaimed testily, "I'll have you know I've read two books in the past month."
"Porno magazines and comic books don't count E," Mike snickered. I laughed to myself as I heard the two begin to bicker about the educational value of comic books. Taking a seat next to Billie on the park bench I took a deep breath and tried to relax.
"Care to enlighten me on the whole 'Miss Havisham' thing Bill?" I inquired. I was now facing Billie who was carefully holding the pipe and smirking mischievously at me.
"Well Stacy my dear, this pipe here is our secret benefactor," Billie explained with a wink. He held the pipe out to me. "Since you're a newbie, you get green."
"Green? What the hell does that mean?" I snapped. The closer we got to getting started, the more irritable I became. I looked around the poorly lit playground once more, checking to see if there were any people around. I admit I can be a bit paranoid sometimes—especially when there's a pipe packed with weed in my hand.
"Green means first hit, dummy," Mike answered from the jungle gym where he and Ian were hanging upside down. I stuck my tongue out at the prick.
"Well excuse me if my knowledge of marijuana terms isn't as extensive as yours," I snarled back.
"Shut up you guys," Billie scolded. Turning towards me he pulled a lighter out of his pocket and began to give me instructions. "Ok Stace, put the pipe in your mouth and suck in the smoke as I light it."
I blinked nervously. "That's it? That's all I have to do?"
He let out an exasperated sigh, "Yes, that's it. Now hurry up and take a hit. You aren't the only one who wants to get fucked up tonight." Mike and Ian noisily agreed from their new location at the swings. I took one last deep breath and let it out.
"Light me up, Bill."
"Breath Stace, breath." Mike said as he did his best impression of a yoga instructor.
"Easy for you to say. It's not like this is your first time," I shot back.
"Chill, no one is going to notice us out here. The guys and I do this all the time," he responded.
"You'd better be right, or your ass is mine." Mike laughed and patted my back.
"Damn girl, you are way too uptight. You definitely could use this." He gave me a sly grin and turned his attention to the other members of our group. "Yo Beej, you done packing that pipe yet?" Mike questioned the slight dark-haired boy sitting on a park bench across from us.
Taking his gaze off of the pipe he had been focusing on intently for the past ten minutes, Billie Joe looked up to reply. "Almost man, it's taking a little longer because of the lack of light." We all turned to glare at the tall gawky kid standing over Billie. Ian smiled evilly before putting on his normal façade of innocence.
"Gee guys, I'm really sorry I forgot the flashlight again. Darn me and my forgetfulness." Mike and I looked at each other knowingly. Ian often pleads forgetfulness. The truth was, he was just a cruel fucker and loved making things difficult for people. As I opened my mouth to reply, Billie shouted "Done!" causing me to jump for the fiftieth time that night.
"Ok newbie, come on over here and let me introduce you to Miss Havisham," Billie said as he crooked his finger at me.
"You named your pipe after a Great Expectations character?" I asked as I walked over. "Why? God, I didn't even know you guys read."
"Hey!" Ian exclaimed testily, "I'll have you know I've read two books in the past month."
"Porno magazines and comic books don't count E," Mike snickered. I laughed to myself as I heard the two begin to bicker about the educational value of comic books. Taking a seat next to Billie on the park bench I took a deep breath and tried to relax.
"Care to enlighten me on the whole 'Miss Havisham' thing Bill?" I inquired. I was now facing Billie who was carefully holding the pipe and smirking mischievously at me.
"Well Stacy my dear, this pipe here is our secret benefactor," Billie explained with a wink. He held the pipe out to me. "Since you're a newbie, you get green."
"Green? What the hell does that mean?" I snapped. The closer we got to getting started, the more irritable I became. I looked around the poorly lit playground once more, checking to see if there were any people around. I admit I can be a bit paranoid sometimes—especially when there's a pipe packed with weed in my hand.
"Green means first hit, dummy," Mike answered from the jungle gym where he and Ian were hanging upside down. I stuck my tongue out at the prick.
"Well excuse me if my knowledge of marijuana terms isn't as extensive as yours," I snarled back.
"Shut up you guys," Billie scolded. Turning towards me he pulled a lighter out of his pocket and began to give me instructions. "Ok Stace, put the pipe in your mouth and suck in the smoke as I light it."
I blinked nervously. "That's it? That's all I have to do?"
He let out an exasperated sigh, "Yes, that's it. Now hurry up and take a hit. You aren't the only one who wants to get fucked up tonight." Mike and Ian noisily agreed from their new location at the swings. I took one last deep breath and let it out.
"Light me up, Bill."
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