Hmm, this one didn't seem too bad, still, a lot of spelling errors.

Oh well, no more back tracking, all my chapters are up to date now and well be error free...for the most part. :p

Chapter 3

"Hold on!" Junpei said in sheer panic. Frantically, he hid the offending items back beneath his bed, turned his fan around so it was blowing in fresh air and finally, composed himself enough to answer the door. "Yeah?" He said, slightly out of breath. The high hadn't worn off completely, mostly, but not all the way. The touch sensation seemed to be going into overdrive.

"Akihiko is on his way home and wants to know if you want to order anything, he's at Hagakure right now." She held her cell hone away from her ear while she addressed Junpei.

Relieved that she wasn't perturbed by the smoke smell, he breathed easy. "Nah, I'm pretty broke right now."

She laid the phone against her ear once again. "He says he's poor......ok." She removed the phone from her ear again. "He said he'd pick up the pork bowl for you, it's on special today."

Really wanting something else to eat, he nodded. "Sure. I'll pay him back next week."

"Sure..." She looked around his room and recalled Junpei being somewhat breathless when she first opened the door. "What are you doing in here?"

He hooked his thumb over his right shoulder. "Studying."

"Suurre." She rolled her eyes. "Fuzzy hands can't turn the pages of a book." That being said, she closed the door and continued her conversation with Akihiko.

"...you know.. you don't have to be such a bitch." He said loudly, not caring if she heard or not. He sighed, pleased he hadn't been found out and on top of that, he would be getting a free meal. Akihiko never wanted to be paid back, he was good like that. Not wanting to take advantage of his kindness, he would still offer to pay him back.

That following Monday, Junpei took the box of weed and put it in his book bag. Figuring that once was enough, he headed off to school. Ms. Toriumi stopped him on the way into the building. "Good morning, Junpei." She began, slightly hesitant. "I've been looking through my records and...your marks...they're..."

"Bad." He finished her sentence.

"I was going to say 'in need of improvement'." She handed him a paper. "I'm doing this for the good of my overall class mark. This will be a one time thing, so don't get attached."

Slightly confused, he unfolded the paper. "What's all this?"

She poked the back of the sheet. "It's a small outline for the pop quiz I'm giving after lunch. This gives you the morning to review the notes, and hopefully, boost your score."

Junpei was shocked. He was given a second chance. "Thank you Ms. Toriumi."

"You tell anyone and you automatically get zero. Are we clear?" She locked eyes with him.

He smirked. "Tell anyone about what?" He said, slipping the paper in his pocket.

"Carry on." She smiled and walked off to the faculty room.

She could be quite the stiff sometimes, but today, Junpei saw a kinder side to her. Though he was aware he would more than likely never see it again, it was reassuring to know that it was there.

Try as he might, nothing he looked over was sticking. "..." He tried to go over it in his head, but all that marqueed was 'You'll still get them wrong'. Junpei knew he had trouble with concentrating. Which is when the thought hit him. The test was going to be after lunch, so that gave him time to study while he ate, but he had studied as much as he could, it was pulling up the knowledge that was the tricky part. But on Sunday, when he was studying, high no less, he could.

Memories seemed to have been evading him all that week, while he was taking to his teacher, he forgot to flush the weed sticks. 'Maybe, one last time.' It was a special occasion, the teacher actually giving him slack, he thought it would do no harm to give what the previous owner of the Marijuana did. Take a test while he was high.

Since he had only done it once before, he still coughed a lot while doing it. "Where could I..." He said almost silently while still in first period, behind the guise of his books. He thought some more.

The roof of the school was completely out of the question. If someone heard him cough, they would probably report him to the student council, and even though the 'smoker' incident would be erroneously solved, that didn't solve his problem. Port island station was where people went to do many elicit things, but it was too crowded. However, the section by the back door was usually vacant. He could take the back way and get into the ally from the other side of the street. 'But this is it.' He chanted in his own head.

Classes passed, and finally the time came, lunch time. Scurrying for the subway train, he made his way to the designated location. "Oh, what's all this?" He rounded the corner to find brand new furniture was being delivered, in large boxes no less, to the back of the maj-hong hall. Junpei thought that it was a sign, so figuring nothing else, this was a good idea to do it behind the large pile of boxes.

Same ritual as the day before, this time, it was difficult to stifle the coughing, it must have been the upright position. Not even spending the entire lunch period in the back alley, he decided there was still time to head to Hagakure. Walking was strange, mostly due to the fact it was a windy day; as Junpei's hands swung at his sides, he got the sensation that they were passing through a current of water.

Not realizing the time until he passed the restaurant, he copped out on getting ramen and decided some odd Takoyaki would suffice. He bought two packs and ate them on the train ride back to school. The bell rang. 'Moment of truth.' He triumphantly thought to himself.

The testing began. Once again, the patterns and pictures came to mind. His pen flowed and answered, for once, all of the questions. The girl was right, it was just him and the test. After getting down his final answer, he briefly glanced over the test, again, envisioning the answers as he went. For once, the testing felt natural, as if he was prepared for it. "Heh." He laughed once out loud.

"Is there a problem Junpei?" Ms. Toriumi stood over him.

He stifled a laugh. "Nothin'." Junpei flipped his test over.

"..." She looked skeptical, but continued her walk down the isle to the front of the room and back to her desk.

Looking up to the wall clock, Junpei realized that he was only a half hour into the test and he was already finished. 'No way.' A few more times, he flipped the test over to look at it, he began to get bored of looking it over time and time again, he had to of checked it an additional four times without even realizing it. Eventually, resting his head on his desk, Junpei shut his eyes and enjoyed a vivid look into his mind. Thoughts seemed to flow together and lead into one another perfectly, almost as if he was watching a movie. Or at least, a music video.

The final bell rang and Junpei stood up, still being fully effected by the drug. He handed his test off to the teacher. "So, how do we think we did Mr. Iori?" She asked in an assumptive way.

"Pretty good ma'am." He snickered. "You may notice, my mark be a little, high." Pun out of the way, he left the classroom. He had been wanting to say that pun since he finished, and was glad he remembered to do so.

The following day...

"Alright. This was only for some bonus points, but I feel this will prepare you for the overall exam better. Thus, ensuring you have an idea of what it'll be like, hopefully boosting your scores." She handed the tests out as she walked down the isles. "Impressive." She handed Junpei's test back to him.

"Hmm?" He glanced at the top of the page to see a ninety-one staring back at him. "No way." He held the test to his chest. He was expecting 'better than just above a pass' or 'average', but to score so high, he had no way to explain it to anyone, except for the teacher, who was just going to chalk it up to her notes she gave him. But he couldn't tell anyone about that. It was especially stressful now that the teacher was going to be expecting a mark like this on the exam.

It looked like his experimentation with the weed would have to continue. 'But this is it, after exams, I'm done!' He harshly told himself.

I write from experience for the most part, but I never did it while I was in school. I've just base it on stories from friends who have done it while testing.

Personally, I have a very hard time concentrating. o.o Plus, it makes me really tired too, so overall, I'd advise against it.