Blog of a Killer

Day Eight (still): Dealer

School has finished and Oliver Welks is standing by my locker. I hate him. I truly hate him. I just want to sock his face. He has one of those faces. Anyways he's staring at me with a smirk on his lips.

"Do you smoke Jim?" He asks, tapping his fingers lightly on a packet of Marlboro Reds. I'm not stupid. He wants money off me for one. Truth is, Miss Jennings, I used to smoke. My father chain smoked and I used to go to school smelling of it, so I thought why not smoke because people accuse me of it anyway. The habit was ridiculously expensive so I weened myself off cigarettes and stopped. Surely one wouldn't hurt, this is probably the only good thing Oliver can do.

"Occasionally." I reply and move closer to my locker. He offers me the packet, pushing back against my locker to stand up.

"Want one? I won't charge beings as it's you." He sneered a little, walking outside with me. Oliver directs me to the bus shelter where it starts drizzling with rain. We're safe under there for the time being. It's dark under the shelter but the lighting of two cigarettes illuminates our faces.

I still don't like him and I still don't want to know this pig of a teen sitting opposite me, but at least he isn't buying the cheap shit. Again, I can feel his eyes on my body, watching the way I smoke. My cheekbones defined, my hand cupped with a cigarette between my fingers.

"You look like you needed that. What with you being blamed for murder an' everythin'." Oliver's breath was close to my cheek as he sat up more comfortably.

"I don't want to talk about it." I take a drag and blow it away from him.

"When ya find out who it is, I'll let 'em 'ave it."

"That'll be the day." I roll my eyes and take another drag, "how much are you charging for a packet?"

"A fiver and twenty two pence." Oliver said exactly, looking rather proud.

"Fuck off are you."

"Your choice mate." Oliver lay back and took another suck on his cigarette, "they're more expensive to buy. Marlboro ain't cheap."

I lean back, he's actually being nice to me. I feel his hand on my knee. Oliver blows smoke up to the roof of the empty shelter, "are you missing Daniel?"

I don't want to say anything. He could use it against me, but I miss Daniel even when he's right beside me, "a lot."

"I didn't think you liked guys like him." Oliver laughed a little, "have you had sex or what?"

"Why would I tell you if we had?" I took a drag from my cigarette and stood up, looking down at him, "you better give me change from six pounds."

"A packet then yeah?" Oliver receives my six pounds and gives me back seventy eight pence change. I tell him I'm walking home and I see his face drop a little.

I better not start a bad habit again.