Time to go to High School... high

Jimmy sped off towards the direction of the high school. Even at this breakneck speeds, which with his state of high was even more likely, there was no way we were making it inside the school by 7:15. Jimmy, however, seemed determined. He diverted off main roads down residential streets that reconnected with the main road farther on. Shockingly, it was working. I had noticed we passed a red Corolla we were stuck behind since the deli.

"You mind putting the blunt in my mouth real quick?" he asked as we turned back onto the main road. I shot him a look that he caught out of the corner of his eyes and giggled at. "I need to keep both hands on the wheel, please? C'mon. I need another hit before we get too close to the school." I giggled too. My arm fished it's way down to the unlit blunt in its little tray. I started to reach towards Jimmy and he began to open his mouth, an image even high I made sure to commit to my memory. Right next to the licking one. My left arm acting completely of its own accord swiped the blunt away before it was even halfway to Jimmy and placed it instead in my mouth. My brain here clearly knowing what it's doing as Jimmy let out a faint chuckle. "Well, shit." he said, "Look at Mr 'I don't partake' over here swiping it away. I'll have to keep an eye on you." he said looking over and laughing. It wasn't a joking with friends type of laugh, though. It was almost flirty, as if the laugh he would produce if one of his girlfriends had done the same thing.

"You just keep your eyes on the road while I just swipe it to get it lit" my eyes shifted from Jimmy face, trying to hide his laughing smiling as he faced front, to his crotch which had to have been more bulging than before. Maybe what he said before was true. Getting this high does get him horned up. I adverted my gaze from his crotch to the my hands as I flicked the Bic and ignited the blunt to life again. Two deep successful inhales later, finally, I had exhaled and shifted over to place the blunt in Jimmy's mouth. At that moment he made a hard left as a shortcut and I lost my balance for a second over the center console. My hand shifted slightly to where my pinky and ring fingers were brushing against Jimmy's lower lip as I placed the blunt inside. He closed his lips almost immediately, and almost on the tips of my fingers.

As I fully sat back down he shifted his weight to his right side as he centered his left hand at the top of the steering wheel removing his right to again readjust himself as he started to pull on the blunt. I shot him another look watching his hand go from his crotch up to the blunt to take it out and hand it to me, laughing all the time. "I told you I can't help it when I smoke and this thing just wasn't sitting right." he exhaled a plume of grey smoke, laughing at the conversation. "Shit, I may have gotten too high."

In that moment Jimmy reached for the half of his uneaten breakfast sandwich and took almost half into his mouth with a large bite, still a slightly giggling as he ate. As if a sign of divine intervention, I too remembered I had this savior breakfast sandwich of my own, and at the time, there was no better meal. I inhaled my sandwich as Jimmy turned down onto the school road, we'd be parking in about two minutes.

"Do you know anyone in the attendance office? I know enough security guards I can get away with being late in the hallways, but I got no pull in attendance." Jimmy was coming up on the senior parking lot. I did know the attendance secretary, Janine, but my brain again was thinking before my body knew what it was doing.

"No, sorry. I was hoping you had some pull." As I finished on the word pull Jimmy was yanking on himself again. We caught each other’s gaze and as he finished another adjustment chuckling and he pulled into his parking spot. Jimmy started digging into his center console until he pulled out a large clunky glass cube with a huge gold top. It was half filled with a lite blue liquid, Jimmy pulled off the gold top and I realized it was a bottle of cologne. Jimmy spritzed his neck once on each side and a third spray down the front of his shirt. It was utterly intoxicating. He tossed the bottle towards me and I thankfully caught it in my chest before it landed in my lap. It hit my body hard with its weight. Jimmy chuckled as he opened his door and climbed out. Gucci pour homme II the label read in the same gold as the heavy top.

"Take a few spritz, but go easy they discontinued that one awhile back" he said making his way into the back seat grabbing his backpack. I spritzed myself the same way Jimmy did as the smell flooded my nostrils now more directly than before. "Just chuck it back in the middle when you’re done" I heard Jimmy say from outside. I looked towards his open car door as he was stretching out his back thrusting his crotch into the car, very reminiscent of my dream this morning. He let out a half yawn half yelp indicating he had a good stretch. All I noticed was this bulging half semi down his right leg.

I got out of the car and met Jimmy’s gaze across the top of the car. His eyes were glazed over and glassy pink as he stared back. "I swear to God this morning is going to be one of those routine mornings, I need to bust." he said. I gave a puzzling look back. "Routine mornings?" I questioned. Jimmy laughed almost triumphantly as if he was proud of what he was about to share. "Every morning by 7:30 the Annex janitor has to make his way from their office and supply closet near the senior parking lot exit clear across the school to the Annex bathrooms on the third floor before making his way down to the second and first. Now this guys been doing this job some 40 odd years and he’s very set in his ways. So much so he doesn’t check his cart before he sets off every morning. I sneak into the office, move his cleaning spray bottles off the cart and onto the shelves. He makes his way to the bathroom sets up the closed standing sign and then realizes he doesn’t have his cleaner. Only he doesn’t pack his cart up he just walks himself to go get it. On average the whole thing takes about 20 minutes, usually enough time for me to take care of this fucking thing." He motioned down to his crotch and grabbed it again for good measure.

I looked at my phone. 7:23. "You’d better hurry then if you’re gonna make it" I said back almost questioning how it even came out of my mouth, and how this new high Chris had so much more confidence. I shut Jimmy’s passenger door and stared back with what I could assume were my own glazed over glassy eyes. All that ran through my brain subconsciously was bedroom eyes. I prayed to God it was working and I didn’t look like an idiot.

It must have worked because Jimmy responded, "I’ll make it. You’ll see…"