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♡ John Constantine ♡
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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Reader: 17, Constantine: 17 ᯓᡣ𐭩

Meeting:

"Watch where you're going," a voice said as I bumped into someone. "Sorry," I said, looking up at the person. A nasty smell was invading my nose. The boy in front of me had black hair, was wearing all black, and was a bit cute.

He looked to be 15 or 16, like me. The boy had a cigarette. After taking a look at me, he walked away, and I just scoffed, picking up my phone. I walked away afterward.

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A week later, I went to the skating park as usual. I had skated for a bit and noticed that one boy I had bumped into. I saw him sit down and start smoking. I decided not to say anything.

I didn't really like that he was smoking at such a young age, knowing my dad is always smoking and it stinks. I know what smoking causes, and it's not something that will lead you to be in great shape as you get older.

I saw some guys from school and also one other girl who is such an annoying pick-me; it pisses me off. She had two other girls with her.

The boys started skating as the girls watched. I wasn't really paying attention to them until I tripped off my skateboard.

I heard them laugh as I looked up, seeing all of them in front of me. "Ha ha, so funny," I said, knowing I had scraped my leg and hands. "Boo hoo, maybe you should stop skating if you fall so much," the girl said, thinking that was funny, as the others giggled and laughed.

"You thought you really did something," I said, and she looked a little pissed. She gave looks to her friends, and they came up to me, grabbing my arms. "Let me go, I don't want to start anything," I said.

"What exactly are you going to start?" she said and kicked my stomach. I grunted, and she punched me afterward. Her friends let go of my arms and started kicking me.

"Stop," I heard the boy's voice yell. "What the fuck is your guys' problem?" the boy said, pushing the girls.

The funny thing is, the three boys didn't say anything. "Why are you defending her, John?" the girl said in an annoying tone. "It's Constantine, asshole. So like I said, leave," Constantine said as I sat up. "Thank you," I said after seeing they were gone.

"Well, I saw an unfair situation, and I think you could've done better and beaten the shit out of both of them, but you didn't," Constantine said, extending his hand. I grabbed his hand, and he helped me up.

"I just—don't want to go back to boarding school for fighting. My parents told me if I keep getting kicked out of school, I might have to join the military or something," I said.

"Well, you won't get in trouble because it's not school property," Constantine said. He smelled like cigarettes.

"Yeah, that's true, but I'm still scared they might force me to it if I get into more fights in general," I said, and Constantine nodded as he listened.

He analyzed my body from top to bottom and back up. "What's your name?" Constantine asked. "Oh yeah, sorry, I'm Y/n," I said and smiled while extending my hand.

"John. Constantine. I prefer Constantine," Constantine said, and I nodded.

"Yeah, I heard. Unique name, by the way. Also—I've seen you a few weeks ago. You should maybe calm down on smoking. Not that it's any of my business. I just don't want to see someone who helped me slowly kill themselves," I said, and Constantine gave me a look of surprise but a small chuckle.