Lenora Mavros is a floater in high school, not popular but well known. A girl who smokes with the stoners, skips class with the rebels, and hangs with the skater kids. But when a class project and field trip to Savannah goes horribly wrong, she alon...
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˚˖𓍢ִִ໋ 🥀🔦˚˖🎧𓍢ִ❤️🩹✧˚. ( LENORA & TYLER )
"I do."
Huh?
I feel my shoulders tense at Tyler's words.
He gives a shit? Since when...?
I know Tyler Hernández and he isn't the type of guy who gives a shit. Especially about people like me.
After a moment I step off my board and turn to face him, a look of doubt etched into my features. The end of my cigarette glows in the darkness when I blow the smoke through my lips.
"Why?"
Now it's Tyler's turn to be confused as he stares at me, uncomfortably shuffling his feet as he looks for an answer.
"I- uh, um, I-..."
I laugh at the nonsense he spits, taking another hit of my cigarette before I drop it and crush it into the mulch. "You ride, Hernández?"
"I-,"
"C'mon," I glance over shoulder, watching him take a second to process it before he runs up alongside me.
Tyler and I walk side by side, neither of us saying anything until we do.
"Ahm... w-why do you smoke?"
"Are you seriously asking me that right now?" I look up at him, narrowing my eyes.
"I-... No. Sorry." A red tint creeps up his cheeks, but it only makes me laugh.
"Calms my nerves." I shrug, avoiding looking at him. The drugs in my system are making me more open than I would like, and of course the sleep deprivation doesn't help, but that's all I chalk it up to. "Why are you such a douche?"
"I am not!" Tyler glares at me. "So are you like an insomniac or something?"
"Something like that." I take my chance, glancing at him as we pass under a street lamp, exiting the park. "You?"
He shakes his head, staring at the ground. I notice that his thick brown hair falls over his forehead, somehow showing how childish he still is. "Something like that."
