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Jimmy smiled and waved back at Makayla. "Wow. I'm surprised I'm not the only one dreadfully late for once," Jimmy said sarcastically in response to so many late classmates. It was a fairly loud remark, most of the class probably heard it too. It was a good thing Mr. Stevenson was a very nice teacher - as long as you kept good grades and didn't disrupt class you could do whatever you liked. Except for text in class... it was his pet peeve, as is any teachers. 

Jimmy finished sipping on his soda that he had gotten from QT earlier and set it on the front of his desk before looking to his left, hearing whispers.

"Jimmy! JIMMY! Jimmayyy! pssssst!"

He was trying to ignore them but when he looked over, he whispered back "What?" fairly loud and annoyed.

"Dannyboy what's up?"

"Oh nothing I'm just horseback riding down a mountain, you?"

"Veery funny Jimmy. Still.. you're probably enjoying this class more than me."

"Oh? And why is that?"

"Cause you're always blazed, man."

Jimmy smiled and laughed silently. "Contrary to popular beliefs I'm actually not always stoned. Crazy, right?"

"Woah, a stoner who isn't stoned?"

"I'm not a stoner, silly."

"Then what are you?"

"A.." he paused to think, "one who pursues the higher pleasures of life who just so happens to love and respect the joys of both cannabis and hallucinogens."

"So.. stoner?"

"Screw you." Jimmy replied jokingly. The guy he was talking to was a  friend of his. Not really a friend so much as a 'customer' but they socialized quite often. Not over summer break though, as the other guy had been out of town all summer.

Jimmy surveyed the classroom. He really didn't recognize anyone except for Matt, whom which he was just talking to, and Makayla, who he only knew since summer.