Don't ask, Don't tell.• Bike/Green Day

4: Let It Be!

blynz: aye

abillie: what

blynz: so jimenez

abillie: what about him

blynz: i dont think you should hang out with him. he's not a good teacher.

abillie: . what do you mean??

blynz: he's just....

blynz: weird.

abillie: what's so bad about him? just cause you failed his class two semesters dont mean he's weird. he's just quiet.

blynz: you know he smokes

abillie: ??

blynz: he smokes weed and he has this weird other ' job.'

abillie: wdym

blynz: he's a coroner.

abillie: oOf

blynz: he works with the fbi or something. he determines the death causes.

abillie: o damn thats rad

blynz: it's weird. it's like he's obsessed with death and shit

abillie: thats cool tho. i've always wanted to work for the fbi but then nah i like smoking weed.

blynz: so do you know anyone from oakland

abillie: no.

blynz: that sucks. ill miss you

abillie: ill miss you too.

blynz: its gunna suck without you here

abillie: nah you guys will forget about me in a week.

blynz: go to sleep.

Billie woke up, getting ready for school.

He's a coroner?

He smiled at the thought of smoking dope with his favorite teacher.

By the time lunch was over, he walked over to Jimenez's class.

"Whaddup." He said, walking into the class.

The dark man waved at Billie.

"I have a question, if you don't mind me asking."

"Nah. It's cool, you can ask."

"Do you have any jobs on the side?"

The teacher hesitated for a moment, then putting his pen down and turning to Billie.

"I'm a coroner."

"Dead bodies?"

"Yeah."

"That's fucking rad!" He laughed.

He sighed in relief.

"Thanks. It's not as bad as it seems."

"I know. I wanted to work for the FBI."

"Someone told me you smoke weed." Billie mentioned.

"The FBI lets me smoke it because of my anxiety."

Billie nodded and smirked.

After school, Billie caught Mr. Jimenez smoking by his car, outside of  school.

"Oof." The older man said, trying to hide the joint.

"Ávér." Billie said in spanish, holding his hand out.

He handed the joint over and Billie smoked it curiously.

"Og."

"Yeah.. I only smoke top shelf."

"Nice."

"Don't tell anyone I let you smoke."

"Aye, no sweat. I'm not a snitch."

"I gotta bowl in my bag. With some Yoda." Billie continued.

"Let's not do it here then."

They drove together to the teacher's house.

billie: mom

mom: where are you?

billie: tutoring with mr jimenez.

mom: imma call him.

billie: ok.

I don't practice Santeria, I ain't got no crystal ball..

"Hello?"

"Yes, this is him."

"Yeah. Billie's practicing his art."

"Okay, ma'am. I will let him know."

"Oh.. Okay. O-Okay. Bye, have a good day, Mrs. Armstrong. Okay. Okay. Bye. Alright."

"Your mom said be back home by five latest."

"Okay."

"Have you had a gravity bong hit before?"

Billie lied and nodded.

Mr. Jimenez set up a bucket and a two liter bottle.

"Where's your bowl?"

Billie took it out and Mr. Jimenez took the first hit.

"Call me Joel." He announced, exhaling the thicc smoke.

"So how.. how do I do this?"

"You light, lift, push down, and inhale."

"Oh. Okay."

Billie did that, stumbling back onto Joel's couch.

"Fuck."

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