Evan Peters Imagines and One Shots

The Ultimate High- Tate Langdon

These exams were kicking my ass in every direction. I'd stayed awake during all my classes and studied my notes like they were the truths of the world, yet as soon as my pencil touched the paper, my brain shut down. However, my next one was going to be absolute hell. I had math and no matter how much I studied for it, I could never get it down pact. An invisible cinderblock weighed down against my chest as I tried not to panic. The stress was getting to me and though I couldn't solve every problem, I could solve one. I needed to smoke. I brushed past as many of my peers in the flooded hallways in search of one specific boy who I could see at a distance.

"Hey, Tate." I called out to him.

He couldn't be overlooked in a crowd of thousands. Tate was the most attractive boy in our school and could've been Mr. Popular had he wanted to fit in with the crowd. Instead, he was the guy who would make your father lose his mind if you'd ever brought him home. A fantasy that I could only dream of. Tate kept to himself pretty much. So much so that finding him within the school felt like finding a sock that swore you'd just put in the dryer. You could only hope he'd reappear. Today, however, was my lucky day, as he wasn't too far. At least one thing had gone in my favor.

The neck-length-haired blonde turned around, sporting an annoyed look, but his glare softened when he saw me. His usual frown transformed into a soft grin in seconds, and his chestnut eyes focused on me as he headed toward me.
"Y/n, it's always a pleasure." He smiled. The sight of his smile could stop wars, but it almost made my chest explode each time I saw it. "What's up?"

"My last exam stressed me out. Do you think twenty dollars could fix that?" I queried.

"Sorry, cutie. I'm out of stock." He informed, giving me an apologetic smirk.

"Seriously!" I exclaimed, immediately clasping my hand over my mouth after I did.
The last thing either of us needed was attention being brought to any of us. Tate's little side hustle had gotten him in trouble once before, so he kept it on the hush.
"Out of all days, you run out today. Fuck..." I whispered.

"Don't stress.." Tate chuckled. "If you need a hit. Meet me at our spot."

The enormous oak tree towering behind Westfield High's gym was the perfect hideaway from the rest of the world. And the best part about it. No one else wanted to lounge under the old relic of nature except for us. My first time meeting Tate was when I stumbled upon him taking a nap under the tree our freshman year with a blunt hanging between his lips. Ironically, he wasn't mad when he awoke to me smoking the rest of his shit. He said as long as a cute girl was taking his weed, not a staff member, he didn't mind at all. He still didn't.

Tate and I sat under the oak tree reminiscing about every memory we could recall about our days at Westfield High. It felt insane to say that we'd be graduating soon. Sometimes, it felt like we'd be stuck here forever. Trapped in a limbo that we'd never be able to escape. However, a few inhales made those thoughts disappear as my lungs became a sauna of nature's medicine.

"Remember when um- fuck-" Tate blurted.
He shook his head, smiling as he looked at me. His eyes lowered as they trailed down to to my lips, a common habit he had.
"I can't even finish a sentence- what was I saying?"

"I forgot anything before 'um-fuck.'" I chuckled.

"That's how you know I've got the good shit." He boasted.

"Too bad you keep running out." I teased. "What's been up with that lately? You used to be stocked up."

"Well, after I got caught, I retired from the business. I really only buy just enough for myself." Tate confided. "I decided it wasn't worth the risk to sell to these idiots."

"You never told me you stopped your business." I interjected.

"That's cause the business never stopped for you, cutie." He explained. "You get special privileges. Think of it as being in my loyalty program."

"Oh really? Tell me what's another privilege I get then." I questioned.

Tate took a large inhale his blunt before pulling me onto his lips and exhaling the smoke into my mouth. It was a new feeling. My high felt like ascension as our lips danced, matching each other's rhythm while never missing a beat. It felt so right. Until he pulled away, leaving me yearning for his taste once more. He wore a smile as he saw how astonished he'd left me.

"I call that 'The Ultimate High' reserved for only my favorite customer." He answered.