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Jimmy Hopkins flicks the lighter and inhales. the tip of his freshly rolled joint ignites. He couldn't believe he just found an entire ounce of perfectly good weed just laying around campus like that! It seemed almost too good to be true, Maybe it was laced or something. He shrugged at the thought, figured there was only one way to find out! Jimmy wasn't an experienced stoner, but it wasn't as if he had never tried it. He put the joint to his lips inhaling the smoke before blowing it out. He was glad the prefects didn't wander around the boys dorms, no need to worry about covering the dank smell that was definitely coming from his room. Jimmy's mind dulled and he relaxed in his bed. This is some good shit... Jimmy felt so giddy and relaxed his worries seemed to just drift away into the smoke. No thoughts about his mom, his evil step dad, Dr. Crabblesnitch, or the thorn in his side that was Gary Smith.
Gary. Fucking. Smith. That asshole had been much more annoying than usual lately and seemed dead set on making his life hell all over his own paranoia. He had mentioned being off his meds and it was becoming blindingly obvious to Jimmy that Gary was on, whatever meds he was on, for a reason. He was so damned paranoid that Jimmy was spreading rumors about him when that was NOT the case at all. Jimmy had actually liked the guy before he betrayed him. Yeah he had sociopathic tendencies, was a total asshole in general, and first approached Jimmy with the intent to manipulate him, but Jimmy knew the game and didn't really care. Gary was funny, pretty smart, and fun to be around. He was also the first friend he made in Bullworth besides Pete.
But that asshole and all the trouble he was causing, was the last thing on Jimmy's mind at the moment. Right now he was more concerned with pondering stupid random thoughts and wondering how the hell he got lucky enough to just find a free ounce of pot just laying around outside. His joy was short lived however, when he heard a knock on the door of his dorm room. Fuck... he didn't know who was at the door so he couldn't answer with a lit joint, and he really didn't feel like dealing with anyone while high right now. besides it was 11:30 PM who was bothering him at this time of night besides someone who smelled weed and wanted some? Jimmy figured the best course of action was to ignore them and hope they went away. He had locked his door maybe they'd give up and go to bed at some point?
But another knock came from the door. and another, and another, and another. The knocking was persistent and totally ruining Jimmy's high, so the ginger put the joint out on his bedside table, and opened a window to hopefully air some of the smoke out. Jimmy stomped over to the door unlocked it and opened it just enough to stick his head out.
"Who the fuck-"
Jimmy scowled when he saw who was at his door. It was Gary. He hadn't seen the other boy for a week because he was actively trying to ruin his life, it was hard not to avoid him. Jimmy glared at the brunette. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? Showing up at his door after spreading lies and ruining his reputation? Did he want his ass kicked or something?
"Jimmy Hopkins! is that marijuana I smell?" he gives a dramatic gasp flopping a hand over his forehead in mock horror. "Don't you know that drug use is strictly prohibited on school grounds? Oh i bet if Crabblesnitch caught wind of this you'd definitely be expelled..."
Of. fucking. course. Gary sniffed him out and in coming to him directly instead of snitching him out; meant he was going to use this to blackmail him... He really should've saw this coming.
"What do you want, Gary?"
"Well I suppose nobody has to know about this if you're feeling generous..."
"Goddamnit. Whatever."
Jimmy opened his door more and moved to the side motioning towards his room letting the taller boy into his room without actually having to welcome him in. because he was very much not welcome. Gary strutted into Jimmy's room like he owned the place. He flopped onto Jimmy's bed intentionally putting his dirty shoes on Jimmy's sheets. after he made himself comfortable on a bed that wasn't his he grabbed the large bag of weed off of the bedside table and inspected it. He turned to the ginger a smirk on his face and an eyebrow raised.
"so Jimmy how'd you get your grubby little paws on all this?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
Gary narrows his eyes, tosses the baggie on the bed, and moves to sits cross legged on Jimmy's bed (still with his dirty shoes on Jimmy's sheets...)
"Ugh whatever doesn't matter I guess. Now let me smoke some!"
Jimmy scowled... Gary was seriously acting like he didn't just tell the entire school Jimmy was "Sexually confused" and now he was asking for him to share the mysterious drugs that he found fair and square and Jimmy couldn't do anything about it! The freckled boy sighed and picked up the discarded joint from his table. he was at least glad to light it back up because seeing Gary had totally ruined his high. The joint was still long he only had the chance to take 2 hits before being interrupted. Jimmy's tolerance wasn't very high so it still got him decently stoned. He sat on his bed next to Gary and brought the joint back up to his lips taking the lighter out of his sweatpants pocket he flicked it a few times before the flame ignited. he brought the lighters flame up to the end of the joint he sucked in and the joint reignited. He exhaled the smoke out in Gary's face just for fun, as he passed the joint to the other boy.
Gary grimaced and coughed waving the smoke away. Jimmy realized that the other boy had probably never smoked before. He was actually curious to see what the psycho was like high, maybe it'd mellow him out and make him 'normal'.
"have you ever actually smoked before?"
Gary snatched the joint from Jimmy's hands "Uh yeah, of course i have! I'm not some loser dweeb like you seem to think I am." he sneered.
Jimmy could tell the brunette was lying through his teeth. He was suddenly feeling a little smug knowing he had more experience in this field than Gary. It meant he has the upper hand. all Jimmy had to do was get him sufficiently high and he wouldn't have to worry about Gary snitching on him to Crabblesnitch or a prefect if he wanted more. Or... Maybe it really would chill him out or make him open his third eye and come to the realization Jimmy wasn't secretly praying on his downfall and they could be friends again. Jimmy knew that was probably too hopeful of a thought but he was high and feeling optimistic "yeah, sure." Jimmy replied meaning it sarcastically, but not actually saying it with a sarcastic tone.
Gary put the joint to his lips and took a big drag. As the smoke breached his lungs, he erupted into a coughing fit. Jimmy snatched the joint from Gary's hand before he could drop it, and reached over to his bedside table for the half drank can of Beam Cola and give it to the boy currently coughing beside him. Gary grabbed the can from Jimmy's hands and took a big gulp of it. As the room temperature soda cascaded down his throat the burning sensation and tightness in his chest eased.
Gary sighed in relief, He simply nodded.
"Good shit." The brunette commented nonchalantly pretending like he didn't just almost hack up a lung onto Jimmy's mattress. He passed the joint back over to Jimmy who promptly snagged it and took a hit. Gary didn't really know what being high was like, but he was definitely feeing something at the very least. A bit of a light headedness and another weird mental feeling he couldn't quite describe. The weed kind of smelled like ass and tasted weird but Gary was curious what the hype was, obviously people didn't smoke it for the taste. He was glad Hopkins made the smart decision of sharing it with him. Still useful, still obedient.
Jimmy kept glancing over to the brunette trying to gauge how he was feeling. His eyes were glazed over, he was giggly and his scleras were bloodshot. He was visibly pretty high. It was funny to see Gary not looking so smug, he was pretty cute when he had a real genuine smile on his face. What?? Jimmy shook his head pushing the thought aside clearly he must be super high as well. Gary handed the joint back to Jimmy and he took one last toke before putting it out. He didn't want Gary greening out on him, it'd be really funny to witness but he didn't wanna deal with the responsibility of it. Gary frowned.
"Wha-at? hey, I wasn't done with that!"
"You're high as balls dude. Your eyes are so red right now you'll live."
Jimmy reasoned, to which Gary replied with a huff before dropping it and flopping back onto the bed giggling. He was really starting to feel it now. Jimmy flushed a bit at the noise. He had heard Gary laugh but it was usually harsh, mean and maniacal, never cute. cute? Jimmy's eyes widened at that thought. Gary is not cute. Maybe the weed was laced and that's why it got left on the ground... Jimmy once again shook the thought from his head again opting to ignore it. The high making him not dwell on it. He laid down beside Gary who seemed lost in thought. "how are you feeling?" the ginger asked.
"huh?" Gary replied "Oh yeah, I feel high I guess." the way he said it was off but Jimmy couldn't put his finger on why. he figured he was overthinking it.
After Gary's vague reply, silence fell over the room. It was awkward. Jimmy wanted to talk, it was always more fun to be high with others, but there was nothing he really wanted to talk about with Gary. He was still rightfully pissed at the whole betrayal thing even if he was currently mellowed out from the weed. However Jimmy still did kind of crave Gary's friendship, he really didn't understand why he was so drawn to the psycho.
"What are you thinking about?" Jimmy asked, he really did want to know he was curious.
Gary hesitated, he didn't reply immediately. His brows were furrowed trying to think of lie but he was turning up blanks. He was feeling pretty relaxed the weed clouding his better judgement and Jimmy did just share his weed with him.
Why not be honest for once?
"I'm thinking about you." Gary cringed and immediately regretting saying that out loud. He felt stupid for letting that slip.
why the fuck did I say that? now he's totally gonna think I'm some queer thirsting over him... that sounded so gay.
He immediately deflected "Thinking about how stupid you are, that is." and stuck his tongue out at the other boy.
"uh huh... whatever man." Jimmy rolls his eyes. Even now under the effects of cannabis he couldn't get a straight answer out of the guy. Go figure. Jimmy turns his head towards Gary and... he's blushing??? why is he blushing? "Are you thinking about a girl?" He really hoped Gary really was thinking about him and blushing. That would explain... A lot actually.
Gary shook his head with a brow raised, confused and a little pissed off. "What? No. Why are you asking so many questions?" he didn't seem all that mad with the way he said it. He sounded more sad.
I'm just trying to enjoy my high and Jimmy is just trying to freak me out and make me paranoid. what an asshole!
Jimmy sighed "I'm just trying to make conversation. Chill." sitting up in the bed and putting both hands up in surrender. Jimmy blinked and faced forward and away from jimmy still glancing over at him from the corner of his eyes, trying to gauge the reaction to his next question:
"Were you... thinking of a guy?"
Gary shot up from where he was laying down and slowly turned his head to look at Jimmy bloodshot eyes wide and brows furrowed. He looked absolutely horrified "What?" He scoffed.
"Why the hell would you ask me that? of course not I'm NOT some sexually confused bi-curious little faggot like you. HAH! thinking of boys? I bet you'd just looove that wouldn't you? Just shut up you're embarrassing yourself."
The boy with the scar crossed his arms and flopped back down onto the bed pouting. Jimmy narrowed his eyes at that. It was just about the response he expected, but something was off with the way he said it... Being high boosted the ginger's empathy and he noticed something he wouldn't have caught sober. Gary was definitely thinking about a guy and it made him blush. He's just insecure and deflecting. Jimmy's heart fluttered at the prospect of Gary liking guys and that is when Jimmy could no longer deny it to himself. He might've had a little bit of a crush on Gary. This realization made him feel a little bit pathetic. If Gary Smith of all people could make his heart flutter he had to be some type of fucked up in the head.
Maybe they weren't so different after all.