That's What You Get, Lydia // Hayley Williams

[Chapter Three] Because I Got High

Chapter Three.

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As I pulled into an empty parking spot in the parking lot of the high school, I grabbed my backpack which was sitting on the seat beside me. The parking lot was filled with cars, but there wasn't a single person in sight. School began around an hour ago, but I didn't feel like getting up, so here I am. An hour late to class, sitting in a parking lot with Green Day playing through my car speakers while I look for the transparent bag.

After searching through the seemingly endless pile of junk I had inside my backpack, I finally found what I was looking for. I leaned sideways, opening the glove department. I pulled out the purple glass pipe, along with my Seattle Seahawks lighter. Kicking my feet up on the dashboard, I grabbed my grinder from my pocket and opened the transparent bag. I grabbed a handful of marijuana, grinding it for a few seconds inside the grinder before placing it on the bowl of the pipe. I placed my thumb over the choke and lit the marijuana. Moving the lighter away from the weed, I inhaled deeply, watching as smoke left the pipe and began to fill up my car.

I know it's risky smoking weed in a school parking lot, but they've never caught me before, and I'm sure that they won't anytime soon. Even if they do catch me, it's not like I haven't gone to juvi for drugs before so it doesn't matter to me.

After a few more hits, I decided that it was probably time to go to school. I dumped my backpack free of all the school junk I once had inside it, and shoved my pipe, grinder, lighter, bag of weed and a carton of cigarettes inside instead. I quickly sprayed myself with a bottle of perfume Jannah had given me for my birthday last year before I stepped out of the car, making sure the door was shut behind me. I swung my backpack over my shoulder as I began walking towards the entrance of the school. Instead of checking in at the main office, I bolted directly towards the girls bathroom on the first floor besides the Freshmans' lockers.

I laid my backpack down on the floor, checking my appearance in the reflection of the mirror. I had on a black 'ACDC' t-shirt, grey shorts with black knee high socks and black vans. My blonde hair was left in it's natural waves, reaching down to my waist. I liked the way I looked. I liked my blonde hair, blue eyes and long legs. A lot of the girls here seem to dislike strongly how I dress, saying that I would look 'cuter' if I dressed with more girly colours, but I don't care what they think. I'd take a Marilyn Manson shirt over NSYNC anytime. To cover my slightly red eyes, I put on my black sunglasses, trying to hide the fact that I was a little stoned.

Picking up my backpack off the floor, I walked out of the bathroom and towards my second period class. Each class is only around forty-eight minutes long, which makes me about ten minutes late to second period. The history teacher, an old woman named Mrs. Knight, is going to have her panties in a twist once I enter her class. Much like Ms. Collins, Mrs. Knight hates my guts because of the reputation people give me in this school. I know she thinks I'm some sort of slut, but that's funny because in my past, I've only had four different boyfriends since the seventh grade. Some slut I am.

I pushed the classroom door open, everyone's attention immediately turning to me- including Mrs. Knight's. The old woman was standing at the front of the classroom, Joan Thompson standing besides her. Mrs. Knight glared with pure hatred at me, her face turning into that of a scowl. "Parker!" She screeched, her voice irritating me already. "Why are you twenty minutes late to class?" She asked.

I rolled my eyes in annoyance as I began walking towards my seat. Mrs. Knight has made me sit at the front of the classroom ever since Sophomore year. She thinks that I'll 'distract and corrupt' others if I sit in the back. I used to have a partner, Jesse Davis, but I think she asked to switch classes because Mrs. Knight didn't want her to change seats. "Actually, Knight, if you do the math correctly, I'm only fourteen minutes late to class. But, I guess you wouldn't know that since you're not smart enough to teach Math. Hell, you're not even smart enough to teach regular History. You have to settle with an alternative class." I didn't mean to snap at the old lady, but fuck, the way she thinks she's so witty and clever seems to only piss me off.

Mrs. Knight's face turned a dark shade of red, her jaw clenched as a sign of anger. "That's it, Parker! I have had enough of you for the day. Go down to the principal's office, now!" She ordered, pointing towards the classroom door. I groaned loudly as I stood up from my seat and headed towards the exit of the classroom, muttering the word 'bitch' loud enough for her to hear me. I can't believe it, I was only in the classroom for less than five minutes and I've already managed to get myself kicked out.

Instead of heading towards the principal's office, I walked up the stairs, heading towards the school's roof top. The rooftop is off limits, but that has never stopped me before. It's the place I go to whenever I need to clear my head and get away from everyone. The teachers are stupid enough that whenever they look for me, they never bother checking the roof. Sometimes, I spend the entire school day on the rooftop, just thinking, listening to music and getting high. But, my visits to the rooftop have decreased greatly during Junior year. I've only come up here twice in the past four months.

I pushed the heavy door open, a sudden gust of wind hitting me as I walked onto the rooftop. There wasn't anything on the rooftop, just the usual things you would find on a high school roof. There was a three foot tall brick wall standing at the edge of the roof to keep from people falling over the edge. The school is only around four levels high, but the view is still pretty fucking amazing.

I sat down on the floor of the rooftop, my back pressing against the barricade like wall. Opening my backpack, I grabbed a carton of cigarettes and my lighter. I opened the carton and grabbed an unused cigarette from it. Placing one end of the cigarette between my lips, I lit the other end, inhaling the smoke before releasing it through my nostrils. I leaned my head against the wall, watching the grey clouds above me pass by slowly.

When I was five years old, I never ever would have thought I'd end up being a stoner by the age of seventeen. But then again, I would have never thought a lot of things would happen that did happen. When I was five years old, my life was what some might think of as perfect. I had a beautiful older sister, my mother and father were still in love, and I had a best friend that protected me no matter what. Even if she was younger and smaller than me, she was protective, but she left. She left me after she promised she would never leave, and now I hate her.

Inhaling another long drag from the cigarette, I closed my eyes, hoping that the old unwanted memories of my ex best friend would leave my mind. But as usual,

they didn't.