P.S. Don't Save Me

P.S. Don't Save Me Chapter One

Chapter One

God I need a cigarette, Carson thought staring at his tedious science teacher. That gave him a weird mental image of a ray of bright light dropping down on his desk leading to God, who puts a cigarette in his mouth and lights it for him. The very thought made him laugh out loud resulting in the blonde next to him to give him a nasty look. He mimicked her face and laughed again, sinking back into his seat. He wasn't really a bad student, but his head still pounded from last night and he's having trouble concentrating on the difference between a compound and a mixture. His mind kept wandering back to that cigarette. Ah, how he would kill for one right now. No, he wasn't the bad child, going out every night, getting high and hooking up with girls. Naw, that was his brother's job. Carson's only act of rebelliousness was the casual cigarette that he smokes once in a while. It wasn't like he was addicted, he doesn't smoke a pack a day or anything. The smoke helps relax him. The bell then rang, signalling the end of another hour wasted on lectures.

" Thank you," he said out loud to no one in particular, maybe God. Again the blonde next to him heard, Jessica was her name. She looked at him and rolled her eyes. He ignored her and gathered up her stuff. Carson hoped that he could catch a quick cigarette break in the five minutes he had to get to next period, math. Urg, it was his worst subject. Heck, he could barely remember his locker combination, let alone all those ridiculous formulas . He couldn’t even remember his locker number, which really shouldn't be a problem, but you'd be surprised at the minutes Carson wasted trying to open a locker that wasn't his.

Struggled to replace his science book for his math book, Carson eyed his watch, Four minutes.

" Hey," Carson whizzed around startled by the voice behind him. He turned to see his friend, Chris. He was grinning at Carson, his white teeth highlighting the freckles that dotted his nose.

Chris started to tell him something but Carson interrupted," Can we catch a quick cigarette break? I feel like crap,"

Chris doesn't smoke, but he usually doesn't mind Carson smoking around him.

" Yeah, you ok man?" he asked as a concerned friend would.

" Yeah, I just stayed up late with my brother," Carson replied as they exited the school. Yesterday was the last day of the winter break and his brother was off to college again, so they decided to go to a party for their last night. He checked his watch, three minutes.

Chris nodded he knew about Carson's brother, all the kids in school did. He wasn't a bad kid, hell, yes he was, but that’s not why they knew him. He was famous for the Face-Off, a show they aired on Channel Two about once a month. It was where his brother, Andrew, would get two citizens, teachers, students, or any two regular people from the city of Taylor Creek to face-off against a topic. Anything from something as childish as Australian accents versus British accents to more serious topics like if marijuana should be legalized. Most of them are hilarious and Andrew also brings in a jury of twelve people to vote at the end, but mostly to egg the contestants on. Last month's Face-Off was whipped cream versus marshmallow fluff. People got a hoot out of that one, though Carson’s favorite had always been last years, zombie apocalypse versus alien invasion.

Zombies, Carson thought as he took another drag of his cigarette. If he was going to die he would die in style, bringing down zombies with him with a Glock G17, the best gun for killing zombies. He thought about shooting zombies while Chris yakked about something in the background. Carson could imagine the blood and guts squirting out. Aim for the head, he thought, a zombie's only destroyed if their brain is damaged. Being an eighteen year old boy, Carson's vivid imagination expanded from violence to girls.