Cigarettes and Valentines

Chapter 3

Michael's POV

I angrily rammed my fist into the one locker next to the classroom door. She was always undermining my authority and that drove me insane.

Pulling myself together, I fished the lighter out of my jeans on my way out of the school. First lighting the cigarette between my lips, I held up the history exam, letting the flame touch its corner.

When I made my way towards my group of friends outside, I had a last look at the answers I gave to the history exam before it would turn into ashes. Eyeing how I circled the multiple choice tasks with A, C, D and C over and over again just to mock the teacher, a satisfied grin spread over my face.

My mischievous face died in the second when my eyes hovered over the Green Day reference I made at the task to explain World War II. How did Allison know the song Holiday? I was very surprised yet pleased and this was a combination of feelings that came across a lot, ever since I got to know her.

She was no longer just the girl I always groaned over when she corrected the teacher's spelling mistakes on the blackboard. Allison was such an interesting human being after all and I had no clue how much of an impact she had on me - until now.

"Dude stop smiling like an idiot when you join us, you look gay" Eric spat, sucking in the cigarette smoke in when joined me.

All the other guys started laughing out, taking a step back from me and I now realized that I was smiling all along the way outside.

Fuck. Fuck, this is not cool. This shit is getting out of hand I thought and my facial expressions went to the usual boredom again.

"We all know you're the only one gay here, Eric. Remember that dude you went down on last year?" I put on an dominating gin when I blew out the smoke, enjoying the "oooooooh's" and laughs from the other guys.

"She was a trans, you know that, you dick. Well maybe you don't cuz you were wasted off your ass" he now groaned back, guiding his beer bottle to his mouth.

"Viva Las Vegas, Fag" I spat, inhaling the toxic of my cig again and gained new laughter from the others.

Allison would be fucking mad at me for insulting gay people like this came across my mind. She would probably hit me in the face for calling someone a fag

I bit my lip nervously when I realized how much spending one single day with her fucked up my mind. Shaking my head, I stepped out the cigarette.

"Is there something going on tonight?" I now asked around. The only way to make this weird thing that was going on fade was alcohol - I desperately needed to forget.

David now appeared and spoke "Uh yeah there's a party at mine tonight. By the way we should better get off the school's property, Mr. Morrison is already glaring at us". His head motioned towards the classroom window where our Physics teacher stood, watching us stand there as we smoked; judgment all over his face.

I raised an eyebrow at David for being a dick to Allison this morning when we all started to move along the street.

He was still terrified. David was there when I once beat up a guy at a party and well, I had his respect ever since; knowing that was pleasing.

Allison's POV

The school day seemed to go by very quickly today; maybe because I missed the first lesson? Still feeling guilty about ditching, I made my way to the library to study for the upcoming finals. Yes, there were months to go until we had our first final but I knew I had a whole lot to do if I wanted to graduate with a good average.