Jack's POV:
I've never really been one for breaking the rules. It never appealed to me, the risks of it, until I met Lynn. She was a rule breaker through and through, a true wild child, always skipping class, and smoking god knows what. It was alright though, because that's just who she is. She is a bad ass, and I am her slightly less bad ass best friend. We were both still good kids, we do most of the schoolwork we get, we respect our parents, and for the most part are friendly to everyone we know. It's just that occasionally, Lynn gets the urge to go run through the middle of an empty field in a lightning storm. It's dangerous, but it's just Lynn.
At the moment, we are skipping class and smoking weed on the football field, laying underneath the goalpost farthest from the school building. I had never had an inclining to smoke weed before, especially on school property. Not once. But, I trust Lynn, and all I knew was that if my best friend was doing something risky, I better be right there beside her doing it too. We couldn't skip more than half the day, two blocks, because then the attendance office would call our parents and ask them if we were absent, and that would ruin their oh-so-perfect image of their children. So we tended to just skip gym and any other non-substantial classes. Either on the field, or if the gym class was using it we stayed in the small hallway that connected the chorus room with the guitar room. It's small, dark, and no one ever goes through there, especially during class. We were only walked in on once, and it was by the music teacher, Mr. Mullins, who teaches us guitar. We were good enough kids that he let us off with a disapproving look and a "Get back to class."
Today was a supremely nice day outside, and I was not gonna waste it in a hallway without windows, especially in Baltimore, where a sunny and 75 day was almost unheard of. I took a long drag of my joint and looked over at Lynn. She was lazily spread out on the ground, same as me, her legs over mine and her shoulder resting against my arm, looking up to the sky as she breathed in the drug. Her light brown hair was splayed in all directions on the grass above her head, making a halo surrounding her. She gazed over to me slowly and smiled a happy grin, her eyebrow with the stripes in it arching. She was truly beautiful, inside and out. We didn't have to talk, just being in each other's presence was enough to comfort me and her. However, today I felt like talking.
"Are you excited for today?" I asked her, referring to the fact that it was the first GSA meeting of our senior year. We've been in the club since 9th grade, and on the council since 10th. This year we are running to maintain our roles, her as president and me as VP. She nodded, smiling a weak smile, showing that she was feeling something less than happy. I studied her facial expression, and I could see the smile didn't reach her eyes. If there was anything in this world that school was good for, it's the fact that it hosts a Gay-Straight Alliance. Who were we kidding though, it was a basically a place for all of the queer kids in the school to hang out and meet each other. Our school was pretty chill about the LGBT scene. Lynn and I have never had a problem at least. We are both pansexual princesses, as she likes to put it. Just attracted to hot people in general. I suppose it was a little more difficult to explain to our parents than it would have been to just say gay, but that doesn't really matter. Both families were chill either way.
"Do you think there will be a good turnout?" she asked me, looking over at my face as I blew another puff straight up into the air. The seniors last year made up at least a fourth of the club, and I could tell she was nervous that without a good turnout we would get shut down. This club means more to us than anything. That's one of the reasons we are laying outside smoking weed, to relax. Her nerves get the best of her when it comes to things she actually cares about.
"I'm sure there will be plenty of queer 9th graders to fill in the gap." I said with a chuckle. She sighed and went back to looking at the clouds.
We stayed like that, intertwined and high under the mid September sun, until we heard the bell signalling the end of that block ring throughout the school. Lynn was the first to pry herself off the ground, and reached down to help me up. She stuck the remaining joints in a small pocket in her purse as I hauled my school bag off the ground and over my shoulder. I ran a hand through my skunk like hair as we walked back to the school in a comfortable, probably somewhat drug induced silence. Our next block was lunch, so we didn't worry about getting to the building in any sort of time frame. When we got there, Lynn lead me through the window we opened on our way out, and I followed her to the cafeteria to eat away the nerves about today's meeting.
