Cigarettes and Valentines

Chapter 1

Michael's POV

As soon as I put on my leather jacket, rushing out of the door, I shouted a rather uninterested "bye!" and slammed it shut.

As I was around the corner, I lit another cigarette - the third morning cigarette I had today.

It didn't take long until I had reached the bus stop, plugging in the headphones, which were hovering over the Metallica shirt I wore as I leaned against the sitting booth.

Letting my eyes wander over my surroundings through my shades, I had a look at the seats in the booth.

Allison Parker sat there, reading a book. Bowing my head, I caught a proper glimpse over the frame of my sunglasses. It was a book in another language apparently - latin maybe?

Allison and I had never talked before but she was known for her good grades and being the teacher's pet but I didn't know she was interested in educational stuff out of school.

I didn't really know how anyone would be into that, but it kinda made me curious. Allison, in fact, made me curious.

I eyed her from her black, worn out converse, over the dark blue jeans and loose sweater to the thick framed glasses over her eyes and the loose hair over her shoulders. I couldn't deny that she was pretty but I knew that she stayed away from everybody of the other sex - at least of what I was aware of.

"Want a picture?" she snapped, still focused on the lines on the page she was reading, her eyes flicking over each word.

I sighed and looked away, bringing the cigarette to my mouth once again.

"Sorry I didn't know that I need an allowance certificate to look at you" I raised my hands in defence, hitting the back of the cigarette with my thumb to make the ashes drop.

In the corner of my eye, I saw how she raised an eyebrow at me, when I stepped the cigarette out with my right foot.

"What?" I asked amused, digging through the pocket of my ripped jeans to get the lighter out, already having a fresh cig between my lips.

She now shut her book closed, rolling her eyes.

"There's an ashtray, like 4 steps from you and you decide to damage our environment, even more than it already is, with throwing your shit on the floor"

I chuckled, cupping my hand around the flame when I lit the next tip.

"Oh Allison..." I sighed. "Sweet, little, innocent Allison" I moved on with a pitying sarcastic tone in my voice. "I simply recognise a hopeless case when I see one. Therefore, I don't care"

I sat down next to her and she turned away when I blew the smoke out.