Teenage Dirtbag

Puff Puff Pass

Silently, in the back of the classroom, a pale girl with two long, electric blue braids sat behind her desk, her elbows propping up her head as she stared at the blonde across the room.

Luxanna Crownguard.

Even her name sounded pompous. Jinx snarled as she watched the snooty blonde flip her shiny mid-length hair behind her shoulder, analyzing how her locks fell back into perfect harmony.

Tch.

She hated her. She hated all the wealthy kids in her school. She hated Lux the most. Little Miss Perfect. She had perfect grades, hair, teeth, clothes, body, reputation—it made her sick.

Jinx was the Yin to Lux's Yang. Everybody knew of their rivalry. The bluenette was the school's most notorious student, infamous for her chaotic pranks on staff and students, acts of vandalism, and frequent verbal altercations. Detention was her second home, and she didn't care. She wasn't one to mess with. The only ones brave enough to approach her were her band of misfits, who were just as chaotic as she was.

Lux felt Jinx's gaze burning into her. She turned her head slightly to meet her angry eyes, rolling hers in return. Jinx wasn't the only one harboring hatred. Lux reciprocated her feelings, if not more. She couldn't stand how loud and obnoxious Jinx was. The lack of manners she had was appalling and made Lux feel ill just looking at her. Everything about Jinx bothered her—the way she dressed, the way she laughed, her constant use of vulgar language. It drove Lux mad. Even when she tried to avoid her path of destruction, she somehow always ended up in the middle of it.

The bell rang, and the class moved in unison, hurriedly gathering their belongings before charging for the door. It was the last period of the day and everyone was ready to hit their lockers before going home for the weekend. Jinx was the first out the door, as usual, her braids whipping the person behind her in the face as she exited.

"Ouch!" The innocent classmate yelped, holding on to her eye where her braid hit.

Jinx kept walking, ignoring the poor girl's cry. She didn't give two shits. The only thing she cared about was meeting up with her friends at their hangout to smoke the new strain of weed her buddy Skid bought. It was supposedly the most sought after bud that was circulating throughout town. He was lucky to snag a pound of it.

Lux glared at the back of Jinx's head, watching her braids sway side to side as she walked down the hall carelessly. She witnessed the whole braid whipping situation and it made her blood boil. How could she be so rude? Was it really that hard to say sorry?

Lux poked her tongue against the inside of her cheek, visibly disgusted. Her eyes dropped to Jinx's black skinny jeans, observing the tears scattered about. Lux almost felt compelled to leave a fresh, untattered pair of jeans in her locker as a statement to stop dressing like a disheveled punk. It was tacky. She scoffed, raising her eyebrows for a split second before walking the opposite direction, pushing Jinx's dumb face out of her head. It was the weekend, she wasn't about to let the blue haired punk under her skin. She had better things to do.

•••

"Wassap, wassap!" Ziggy, one of Jinx's friends, greeted as Jinx entered their hideout, located in an abandoned house a little ways out of town.

It was a medium sized two-story home, abandoned for at least 20 to 30 years. Time hadn't been kind to it; the once vibrant interior paint was peeling and weathered, the wooden floors were scuffed and worn from previous furniture and foot traffic. Most of the home's windows were shattered due to her gang's roughhousing. There was a bit of an odor, thanks to rain and weed smoke, but all things considered, it was structurally sound... kind of. In certain areas upstairs, you had to watch your step. One false move and you'd either get your leg stuck through the floor or cut yourself on a rusty nail and end up with a tetanus shot in your ass like Prim. To this day, the gang still called her Prim-nus.

"Sup." Jinx smiled, fist bumping the rest of her friends before plopping down on their favorite spot in the house, the gray L shaped couch they found outside some rich dude's house in Piltover. The moment they saw it, they knew it would be a dope addition to their hang spot. It was a bitch to lug all the way to the lanes, but they somehow managed and boy was it worth it.

"You're not ready for this stuff, dude." Skid said as he finished pearling Jinx's blunt.

Jinx grinned, staring at the familiar brown tobacco leaf. She crossed her legs as she extended her arms on either side of her, resting them on the head of the couch. Her mouth watered slightly at the sight of how fat he rolled it. She couldn't wait to get high as fuck.

"Oh, I'm ready," she replied, her voice light but stern. "Today was boring as hell. Time seemed to drag for some reason."

Everyone nodded their heads in agreement. Prim, sitting next to Jinx, ran her fingers through her silver wolf cut hair, the tips a striking orange.

"True. Also, side note, I fucking hate my gym class. Ever since Garren transferred to my period, it's just been shit." She moaned, slumping in her seat, taking a long drag of her cigarette, ashing it on the ground.

"Yuck. What he do?" Ziggy questioned as he fiddled with his zippo, trying to light his blunt.

"What doesn't that idiot do? Dudes such a try hard. AND a simp. I'm startin' to think the steroids he's taken is shrinking his brain instead of his dick." Prim howled.

The gang smirked, getting comfortable in their respective spots as everyone now had their own blunt.

"Fuck him. Of course he's stupid, he is Lux's brother after all. The Fuckguard family can suck my dick." Jinx scoffed as she lit the tip of her blunt, drawing a few breaths to encourage the bud to burn. Successfully lighting it, she inhaled deeply, holding her breath a good while before exploding into a fit of harsh coughs. "H-holy s-shit!"

Skid, his eyes redder than the devils ass cheeks, smiled widely as he watched Jinx struggle to catch her breath.

"Tooold ya." He beamed.

The four stayed quiet for a while as they chiefed on their blunts, enjoying the peace and body buzz. As Jinx exhaled, her eyes grew wide and shot up from the couch, her abrupt movement startling Prim.

"I. Have. An. Idea," she said softly, her lips curling into a mischievous smile.

"Jeez. You scared me," Prim whined, lightly shoving Jinx's arm. "What's your idea?"

"How about a little... prank?" Jinx said as she sat back down on the couch, her voice filled with delight, taking another drag off her blunt. The three of them had similar expressions, their lips tugging upward at the mention of the word 'prank'.

"Prank, huh?" Ziggy laughed, shaking his head, his shaggy brown curls shifting slightly. "You already know I'm in. What's it this time?"

Jinx took a few more puffs before putting what was left of it into their collective 'roach' pile in a container below their coffee table—their stolen coffee table, rather.

"Well, it sounds to me, Garren needs a bit of humbling, don'tcha think?" Jinx's eyes sparkled as she thought about her plan. "The big ice hockey game is coming up, yeah?"

They all shrugged. Jinx frowned, raising a confused eyebrow. "Really? You guys don't keep up with that stuff? Shocking." she said sarcastically. "Well, it's not hard to know that Garren is the poster child for our school's hockey team. I was thinking...we could do a little sabotaging."

"Sheesh. Sounds fun. I'm in!" Ziggy exclaimed, his eyes no bigger than a slit. He was absolutely baked. Skid and Prim nodded as well.

"So, here's what we're gonna do..." Jinx leaned in, a devilish smile plastered on her face.