A guy

A weird looking dude wearing a Green Day T-shirt and sporting some John Lennon-style shades. Kind of looks like the guys you knew in high school, so a feeling of comfort comes over you.

"Sebastian, what's up?" the guy says all stoney, extending his hand to give you a laid back handslap. "You fucking go here now, man? I thought they put you away."

Confused, you look up at him. "Uh..."

"Sorry man," he says. "I just heard they busted your pill ring and sent you to fucking prison, man. Haha."

"No! No-no. I'm not Sebas-- I'm John...I mean Jace...Jace John Jackson, actually."

"Oh, sorry dude. My mistake,man. I didn't mean anything by it."

Then, awkward silence.

"So, uh, first day here, huh?" he asks.

"Yeah."

"Cool."

Silence.

"Hey bud. You have any Percosets?"

"What? I mean, no. No Percosets." Weird. Nobody asked for Percosets when you were in school. It was all about weed then. But, you do want to be cool...

"...I can get my hands on a joint though," you offer.

"Oh...no way man. I don't do ****," he says proudly before sticking a pill down his throat. "But I totally know some rocker chicks that would dig that shit man. They're all old school or whatever. Haha."

"Sure. Sounds cool."

"Right on, man. Find me at lunch and I'll show you those chicks. You know, if you're looking to get rid of it."

"Yeah, man. I'll see you at lunch."

Awkwardly, you extend your fist for a bump, expecting him to bump you back. He looks at you weird, then bumps you. "Whatever, man," he says, laughing.

Damn. High School kids are confusing.