You were sitting at a round table next to (her) and a bunch of guys I assume were your classmates. I'd never met any of them before. You looked ridiculously stoned and it wasn't funny nor attractive in the least. "What the fuck?" I didn't know how else to respond, seeing you high again after so long. I think I was still extremely pissed with you and somewhat disappointed. I could tell you didn't want to acknowledge me. "Are you kidding me?" Your so-called 'friends'' started looking at me and snickering like 'What's this girl trying to get at?' and I said "Hi?" for the last time. My patience was running out, and my emotions were wearing thin. There was something about that mindless grin on your face that blew a fuse in me, so I left. Ignorance is a losing game. (Surprisingly, I went to paint). Suddenly, it seemed that you awoke from your drunken stupor, and I looked up from my easel to see you walking my way, wanting to talk.