You know how some people can snoop so low? That's where the title comes from ;)

Oh yes, and that Ludacris song haha

As I walked past my school at night, I noticed three people in a circle, passing around a pipe. What was this, aboriginal circle? I walked to where the circle (or rather, the triangle) was and saw Elijah Goldsworthy, Mark Fitzgerald, and Bianca DeSousa. They all looked at me.

"What the fuck you lookin' at, Edwards?" Asked Elijah.

"You guys shouldn't be doing that on school property," I said.

"What are you gonna snitch on us, Bitch?" Asked Mark.

"And if I did?"

"You know Owen Milligan?" Said Bianca.

"You mean your boyfriend?"

"He's not my boyfriend. And if you snitch on us, I'll get him to rape you."

"That's awful. What kind of sick minds do you people have?"

"Trust me Bitch, your mind is probably as sick as ours," said Mark.

I shook my head and quietly laughed, "Unlike you, I actually have a mind."

Bianca started laughing.

"This isn't funny." I said.

"Chill man, she's laughing because of the pot." said Elijah, who also started chuckling.

"You know, you aren't such a tool after all, Cee." said Bianca

"What?"

"That was a good diss, you know, the whole you don't have a mind' thing," said Bianca, still laughing.

"No, did u just call me 'Cee'?"

"Yeah man, here," she passed the pipe to me. I contemplated on whether I should take her offer. I thought of the pros and cons. Well, I had nobody else to hang out with since Alli moved away and Adam was spending all his time with Fiona. Maybe these people could be my new friends. I shuddered at the thought, but my conscience sighed in defeat.

"Pass me the ganja," I said and took the pipe from Bianca. Elijah, Mark, and Bianca all smirked.

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Elijah brought out a guitar, suddenly. "Let's sing a song!"

I started to sing a church song, subconsciously.

"Boo!" Bianca and Mark started throwing marshmallows at me.

"Shit! Give me those." I ran to Bianca, pried the bag of marshmallows out of her hands, and started stuffing my face.

"Ahhh the munchies. I'll never forget the first time I got those," said Elijah.

"Oh I know a song!" Said Mark. He cleared his throat and started singing, "I just had sex! And it felt so good!"

"Felt so good!" Elijah provided the backing vocals.

"A woman let me put my penis inside her!"

Then, Mark started to rap and Bianca danced and moved around to his noise.

"Have you ever had sex? I have, it felt great! It felt so good when I did it with my penis!"

Normally, I would be repulsed but the marijuana was really working. So I started to dance to Mark's beat as well, still stuffing my face with marshmallows.

"I love that song man!" said Mark. "Akon's so gangster."

Of course I had no idea who Akon was, but I kept my mouth shut.

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After several hours, we were all lying down around the fire, using logs as pillows.

"You know which celebrity I get compared to the most often?" Said Elijah.

"Who?" We all asked.

"Marilyn Manson."

"People compare me to Slim Shady," Mark smiled to himself.

"Yeah because you're a wangster," said Elijah.

"Yes, yes I fucking am," Mark smiled again.

"That wasn't a form of endearment, Fitz," said Elijah.

"You know which celebrity Bee reminds me of?" said Mark.

Bianca sat up.

"Who?" Asked Elijah.

"Snooki."

"Fuck you, guys!" She took off her right shoe and threw it at them.

Elijah picked up the shoe and looked at Bianca, "You know, that's the kind of thing Snooki would do."

Bianca stuck her tongue out at him and then gave Mark the finger. She then lied back down. "Which celeb do you get compared to, Cee?"

I shrugged.

"Oh shit, you remind me of that bitch who claims to be a virgin but isn't," said Mark.

"Excuse me?'

"Oh you mean the one Kanye dissed?" Asked Bianca.

"Taylor Swift?" I asked.

"That's the bitch!" Shouted mark.

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"What are you doing?" Asked Mark, perplexed by Elijah gliding his pen on a notebook page.

"I'm writing a story," said Elijah.

"Dude, you are so square."

"Screw you, I can only write when I'm high."

I sat up, "So that's how you're getting all those As in English class!"

He raised an eyebrow.

"That isn't fair! That's like taking steroids for sports!"

"No, its like drinking coffee to stay alert."

"Whatever, dude." I lied back down. Did I really just say 'dude'?

Mark stretched his arms and yawned, "I'm tired." He turned over to lie on his left side and fell asleep instantly.

Elijah yawned, "I'm tired too, I'm getting writer's block. I think the weed's wearing off." He turned to lie the opposite direction of Mark and fell asleep, as well.

"Are they going to sleep here?" I asked.

I looked at Bianca for a response but she didn't say anything. She just looked up at the starry sky. "What? Huh?" She asked. She looked dejected and...terrified.

"Is something wrong?" I asked cautiously.

"I don't wanna go home."

"Well, you can probably sleep here. I mean, look at Mark and Elijah." I pointed over at the boys.

"Cee, just call them Fitz and Eli. Anyways, I mean I don't want to go home EVER."

"Why not?"

"I hate my parents."

"Oh come on, I'm sure you don't hate them."

"My dad is a cheating bastard."

"How about your mom?"

"I don't have a mom."

"What?" I asked, sympathetically.

"My dad cheated on her, so she left him...and me."

"Well, at least your dad didn't remarry."

"He did," she looked at me with soulless eyes.

"To the woman he cheated on your mom with?'

"To the man she cheated on her with."

"Bianca, I'm so sorry."

"It's okay. By the way, my friends call me Bee." She smiled at me.

"You know, I can relate."

"Really?" She asked.

"Yeah my parents' marriage is falling apart. I guess we have more in common than I thought, Bee."