High
"Bella, what are you doing?" Jacob stuttered, blinking his eyes as he opened the door. It was one in the morning and he knew he should be sleeping, but he couldn't ignore her.
"I need you to get me high," she demanded, stepping into the threshold. "While I have the chance."
"Are you out of your mind?" Jacob snorted, rolling his eyes. "You, on drugs?" He didn't understand where this was coming from. It was too late for her shenanigans. He needed more sleep.
"Please," she begged before repeating again the phrase that convinced him. "While I have the chance."