He decides to smoke a cigarette

Matt wasn't a smoker. He'd never seen the point of spending money he didn't have to develop an addiction and eventually get lung cancer. Still, he knew something about schools. There was always someone who smoked. And the people who smoked tended to be supportive of other smokers. It was a shared bond. Being the new kid in a school full of rick kids, he needed a bond.

So he followed his nose.

Usually smokers snuck into the bathrooms and he suspected that would be the case here in Peninsula as well but he caught a distinct smoke odor coming from a small thicket of Eucalyptus trees. It wasn't tobacco, though. It was definitely cannabis.

Close enough.

He ducked under a branch that looked to have been intentionally dragged down to block any less than flexible teacher from intruding and entered what looked like a leaf-lined cavern.

A dark-haired girl, probably only about five feet tall with almost no figure but a cute face glared at him. She wore a pair of black jeans that clung to her non-existent figure and a silky t-shirt that also advertised her lack of curves. "If you're the nark," she said, "cannabis is legal in California. So buzz off."

"A nark? Is that even a word anymore. The only reason I even know that word is that my grandfather uses it. And he's still living in the 1960s."

"Fuck you."

"Why don't we start over. I'm Matt. I'm new here and I'm not interested in getting you in trouble with the administration who probably wouldn't be happy with you smoking on campus even if marijuana is legal here."

"You're not going to just go away, are you."

"Nope." He sat down and leaned against one of the trees.

"Fine. I'm Lisa. My parents can't stand to have me around and I threw a fit when they threatened to send me to summer camp... I mean, seriously. I'm eighteen and they're going to send me to summer camp? Anyway, the compromise was I go to summer school or get a job. So, summer school it is."

"You mean you didn't fail your classes and you aren't trying to graduate early? I bet you're the only one who's here because they want to be."

"I said I didn't want to be. It's just the least bad alternative. Do you want a toke?"

"Sure, why not?" He noticed a little bit of moisture on the end of her joint before sticking it in his lips. It was almost like an indirect kiss. Then again, would he want to kiss Lisa?

He checked her out as he inhaled. Maybe she didn't have a figure but she had a cute face. Yeah, he'd definitely kiss her.

"Hey, that's the bell. You're going to be late for your first class, moron."

"See you around, Lisa." He mentally cursed himself for not at least trying to get her phone number but maybe he could try again.