Pity the living- Slytherin boys (part 2)

The stone

Alice's pov

"Tom, you know, I've really been missing you." I tell him as I step into his dorm.

"Are you drunk?" He speaks dryly.

"No?" I get confused.

"Single? Heartbroken? Horny?" What the fuck?

"No! We've just barley hung out lately! But, whatever, I don't miss you anymore, I'm going to study." I roll my eyes and leave.

I sit at the library at a quiet spot and try to study.
Every time I open my book I just start crying so I leave it and go to the Astronomy Tower to smoke and calm down.

"Hey, little girl over there, you know smoking kills right?" I turn around to see Tom.

I chuckle, "well, I don't really care because I love how it feels." He sits down beside me.

"Why are you here? I thought you were going to study?" He states.

"Just at a smoke break." I look down and play with my fingers.

He nods his head, I can see that he doesn't believe me.

"Why do you smoke?" He asks.

We don't look at each other, we look at the sky, forward.

"I thought I found a way." I tell him, finally looking at him to see him already looking at me.

"A way?" He questions.

"You know. A way to deal with all my problems." I explain to him.

He chuckles, looking down just then to look back at me.

"But I thought you smoked with your sister your first time."

I sigh, a grin curling up my lips. I'm glad he's here, I'm glad we're talking.

"Yeah, well, I tried it once, then it became an escape for like two weeks, it quickly turned into an addiction though." I say.

"How much do you smoke a day?" He asks me.

"I don't know, about 10?" I more so question then answer.

"Well, half a pack a day is a pack every two days. So there are 365 days a year, which is 182 packs a year, how much does a pack cost?"

I laugh, "what?" I speak through laughter.

"How much?" He repeats, a smile plastered on his face.

"About 3 pounds." I'm intrigued.

"So 182 times 3 is 546. How long have you been smoking?" Shit.

"Oh, no..." I snicker, "about... 3 years I think, a little more maybe."

He looks up, calculating in his head. "That's 1638 pounds."

We both laugh, my mouth agapes, "bloody hell I want my money back." Our laughter dies off as I continue smoking.

"What's the real reason you aren't studying right now?"

I instantly change from laughing into tears appearing in my eyes.

"Just..." I take a big breath, "I don't know... I opened the book to try and study and I just started crying. Then I closed the book and I calmed down and I opened it again and started crying again. I guess I'm just exhausted, I'm really fucking exhausted. I haven't even have the energy to try." I sniff.

I hate learning, I never hated it before and now I do and I hate that more than anything.

"But you used to live the classes here, what happened?"