high society !

delinquency on a friday afternoon

mitch sighed as he plopped down at a desk in mr. clifton’s room; detention was the last place he wanted to be right now. he could be working on his car, or going on a walk, or hanging out with his cousins, ANYTHING but sitting in this classroom for the next two hours. he really wished he hadn’t dropped that f bomb in front of his history teacher.  
he glanced around as it looking for something to distract himself. there was a heavily vandalized desk next to him; shapes and band names, crude words, penises, lightning bolts, anything you could possibly carve into a wooden desk was there.
there were also footsteps in the hallway.
probably mr. clifton.
mitch sighed and regretfully rubbed his eyes. his curly blonde hair hung over his face.
it was gonna be a long and shitty two hours, for sure.
“hey babe.” spoke a low voice from behind him.
the blonde turned around fast, to see a tall and surprised looking kid behind him. he recognized that kid! it was none other than d-ray gibson; resident man-whore. he was carrying his old denim guitar case with him.
“what do you want?”
“oh shit!” d-ray cried, voice cracking as he realized that the blonde bombshell at the desk next to him was in fact a man.
“uh.. sorry about that. somethin in my throat…” he took a seat at the vandalized desk and put his doc martens on the chair in front of him.
“so, what’re you in for?”
“said fuckk.”
“WHOA man, the fuckk’s wrong with you? you can’t say fuckk at school, are you fuckkin crazy?” he grinned, flashing his chipped front tooth.
“i’m d-ray, by the way.”
mitch already knew that, but wasn’t going to say anything.
“eh, curly, what’s your name?”
“i’m mitch. so, why are you here.”
“beat the shit outta a freshman. broke all ‘is arms and legs and bashed his skull in! kid had to go to the er after, it was sick!”
the blonde was about to say something in pure horror before d-ray interrupted with a scratchy laugh.
“nah, im just playin. told my english teacher she has a fat ass.”
just then, a comically tall and skinny guy wearing headphones, followed by a short one with curly hair and dark skin joined them in the room. immediately, d-ray began to harass them the way he’d done to mitch.
“hey, short-stack! bones! wazzuuuuup!”
the shorter kid shot him a glance and the other walked faster to a seat in the back of the room and put his head down across folded arms.
”helloooo? i said wazzup!”
”we’re in detention.” stated the curly haired fella bluntly.
“no shit, sherlock! what for? did ya bark at someone? you remind me of like… someone’s small angry dog.”
”nah. i got caught skipping class… zee, by the way. and he’s rex.” he gestured to the blonde, who d-ray then turned his attention to.
“what about you back there?” he practically shouted, trying to get his attention. “can you hear me over whatever fuckkin virgin band ya got playing? you look like you like radiohead.”
rex muttered something beneath his breath.
“can ya speak up?”
“fell asleep in class.”
just then, mr clifton entered the room, his wooden yardstick in hand. he smacked it hard against the board; everyone but d-ray jumped a little.
“alrighty, boys. this is detention. not a social club. i don’t want to hear anyone talking. got it?”
the four of them nodded.
it was silent, aside from the ticking of the clock, quiet music coming out of rex’s headphones, and the sound of d-ray etching something else into the desk with a math compass he kept in it for that exact purpose. clifton still sat at his desk, reading a book.
mitch felt like he could explode. he wasn’t going to survive two hours of this. there was no way!
after a while, d-ray seemed to get bored of damaging the school’s property, and put his head down.
at around the same time, clifton’s cell phone rang, and he answered it. he spoke quietly to whoever was on the other end.
a few moments later, came the loudest, longest, and raunchiest-sounding mouth fart anyone in the room had ever heard. everyone’s gaze shifted to the unbothered d-ray. zee struggled to hold back laughter.
in a huff, clifton left the room, still talking on the phone. after a few minutes, he didn’t return, so zee stood up from his desk.
“what the hell are you doing?” d ray asked. zee just continued towards the door. he poked his head out.
“clifton’s gone, guys.”
“oh sweet!” d-ray grinned.
“let’s make a run for it!”
“i’m just going to the bathroom.”
”oh. boringggg.”  
zee walked off, leaving d-ray with the other two boys.
after a few minutes, clifton and zee still hadn’t returned. d-ray rose too his feet.
“fuckk this, boys. im heading out.” he grabbed his guitar case, stood up and left.
rex and mitch sat alone in the room for another few minutes, before d-ray returned, grinning like a fool.
“guys, guys come to the bathroom with me.”
“what—“
“just do it, clifton’s in a meeting, he’s gonna be a while.” with a shrug, rex and mitch stood up, following d-ray. they made sure to shut the door behind them; it would lock automatically, so if clifton came back he’d just assume they went to use the bathroom and accidentally gotten locked out. they followed d-ray to the boy’s bathroom just around the corner.
the smell hit them the moment they walked in, and they all recognized it immediately.
pot smoke.
all of the stalls were empty except for the big one, and they could all see a pair of small black converse beneath the gap.
“hey z-dawg! you got skunk, let us smoke with ya or i’ll kick your ass.” the shaggy brunette threatened.
the door unlocked and the group quickly entered before sliding the latch again. they took a seat on the floor, against the walls. zee joined them, took a hit from his joint, and passed it to d-ray.
“good shit, man. yknow i was actually gonna beat your ass anyways after this but i think i wanna keep you around. you got some good kush.” he handed it to rex, who took a big hit and began to cough.
“geez don’t fuckinn die, man, im guessin it’s your first time. don’t green yourself out or anything bro. d-ray smacked his shoulder as he passed the joint to mitch.
mitch wasn’t new to smoking pot, but he’d never done it at school before. it felt wrong. he knew he was dead meat if they got caught. but like he was sitting with them so if he got caught he’d be dead meat anyways, even if he wasn’t smoking, so he went ahead and smoked too.
it didn’t take long for the group to get a little toasted, and when they reached that point they seemed to get along great.
d-ray started telling some story about how he once got really fuckked up at a party when he was 15 and stripped down to his underwear in front of everyone and then zee started rambling about bible school. mitch couldn’t think of any cool stories from his life and rex, god rex was on a different planet. he was just staring aimlessly at the wall, probably counting the little divots in the bricks or something.
it didn’t even seem to take long before mitch’s watch went off, signaling that it was 5 o’clock— they were free!”
after generously spraying the stall with cologne to hopefully mask the smell, mitch grinned at the others.
“well. that was a lot more fun than i thought it’d be.”
“yeah, man.” d-ray agreed. “we oughta get together and like, do it again sometime.”
“what period do you guys have lunch?” zee piped up.
“6.”
“me too!”
“yeah, same”
“okay” zee said with a grin.
“see you tomorrow, sixth period!”