Isaiah was high, yes, but when was he ever not? But who he was high with, well, yes, that was new. New to him, and possibly even new to the man who was smoking it with him. They were both sitting outside on the lawn, leaning against an oak tree, his legs stretched out before him, tugging at some grass between his legs.
“Is this your first time?” Isaiah asked, looking at the man with a smile,
“Would you believe me if I said no?”
“I would not,” Isaiah responded, leaning back. The bark dug into his skin, his thin vest not doing much to protect his skin, but the pain tingled rather than hurt. He knew it had to be the effect of the weed coursing through him, but he didn’t seem to mind the slight pinching feel.
Kasey let out a little laugh and nodded. “This is my first time being high, it’s
