Bad Boy Meets Bad Girl

Bad Boy Has Bad Friend

I followed the herd of tired sweaty teenagers out to the parking lot, pulling out one of my last cigarettes and a white lighter that had my friends names all over them, I lit it up taking a drag before I felt someone grab my arm and pull me the side of the building, he was too strong for me to pull off of him. He pinned me against the wall, cigarette still in my mouth. I took a drag looked up, it was Michael, what the fuck was he doing? He looked at me, anger in his eyes "never smoke in front of the building for everyone to see" he said with a husky voice, I blew my smoke to the side "I did it this morning, did it at dinner, did it at home" I replied with a shrug and innocent eyes, his expression softened "if you want one, do it around here so no one can catch you and rat on you" he pushed himself off the wall and stood beside me, pulling himself one out before tapping around his pockets realising he didn't have a lighter. I took mine out and handed it to him, he lit his cigarette and thanked me as he handed me my lighter back, brushing my hand. I didn't react, just shrugged it off before taking another drag.
___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

Halfway through my cigarette I heard talking coming my way, I recognized one of the voices, it was the guy from art. He turned the corner with two other guys, both blondes, one was taller than the rest he had some scruff that surrounded his black lip ring, he had a blink-182 shirt on with black skinny jeans that bunched at the top of his boots. The other blonde was more broad, bigger arms and had fluffy wavy hair, he was wearing an iron maiden shirt and black skinny jeans that also bunched up at the top of his boots.

They all greeted Michael with open arms and smiles, pulling out cigarettes as they did, I took this as my cue to leave. I threw the cigarette end to the floor and stood on it as I walked away without saying a word, knowing they would talk about me when I was out of site. Once I'd got back to the front of the now empty school I looked around for my mum who was supposed to pick me up but she was nowhere to be seen, I sighed before pulling out my phone and trying to call her. No luck, straight to voicemail. Guess I'm walking home.