Rain Fall / dnf

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Tw: smoking weed, mentions of drugs and alcohol.

I walk down the hall as I pass students.

My head was pounding this morning and I felt like I was floating when I woke up.

Punz was out cold, foot hanging off the bed as the sheets lay messily on top of him.

Punz usually gets a really bad hangover in the mornings, meaning he's face-down in the toilet for an hour.

I think back to last night, to Devon and meeting him.

He's a very flirty and funny person. The complete opposite of me, like clay. He's really attractive too, but I'm sure he was just joking around with me.

I'm surprised by how attractive he is. Maybe since he's the oldest he got the looks rather the Conrad.

But Conrad has always been a nice, nerdy, sweet kid. Not a jock and a classic high school cliche dick.

I think Punz and his friend group are that classic, popular, guy and one-girl group in movies or books.

Every high school story has a classic group of people, that are put into categories based on looks, personality, clubs, and sports. The list goes on.

But whenever I think of me with all of them I don't think of the classic popular jock group. I think of those people and that group, along with the outcast who just stands there and listens.

People pass me, carrying books with them as they head wherever they're going.

It's six o'clock on Saturday, after a big party where everyone drinks. So what are people doing here?

I have absolutely no clue.

"George! Hey," Clay smiles as he stops me in the hall.

"Hey— what are you doing?" I ask.

"I meant to give this to you before, but I couldn't find you.." he hands me an all-black journal "It has the perfect letter-writing paper inside to send across the world"

I smile as I take it from his hands, "Thank you clay, but the chances of me actually using it are very low"

"Well I tried anyways" he gives a soft smile, "where are you headed?"

I shrug, "probably going to go smoke somewhere if you want to join me?"

"I would love to," Clay says while walking beside me down the hall.

"How bad was your hangover?" I ask.

"Not bad at all, I had two drinks so we're good" he smiles, "how about you?"

"One... really strong drink with something in it. Who knows what," I say, "but I did have a lot of fun"

"That's good, meet anyone?" He asks.

Do I tell him? I mean yeah, why couldn't I?

"Yeah actually," I say, "he's really nice,"

"That's good! You're socializing!" Clay says with a smile "What's his name?"

"Uh, Devon. He's sort of new but not really since everyone knows his brother" I say, "he's cool"

We got to where I was going, underneath the bleachers near the football field.

It's where I go to get high or study. It's calming sometimes.

I also watch Punz's practices or games from under here when they're happening.

It's not like I'm a creep or a loner. They just so happen to be happening at the same time I'm trying to leave whatever mindset I'm in.

Sure I still do drugs and smoke and drink, but not all that bad anymore. I'm not addicted to it, or I can't breathe without it.