reasons why [re-writing]

Four ❁

The Third Reason

December 2, Monday

Loria City, United Kingdom

I arrive at school early as usual. I head to the classroom and realize that I'm the first. It didn't bother me though, I'm used to it anyway.

I place my bag in my usual seat and exit the classroom. I decided to go behind the school's building again. The breeze this morning is quite comforting as I walk there. I soon reach my destination and sit down. I look around me and enjoy the silence. This is a nice time to start the day with.

I bring out a cigarette that's inside my pocket and light it up with my lighter. I then continue to breathe in on the cigarette, feeling the burning sensation in my throat. I exhale slowly, watching the cloud of smoke exit my mouth. After a few minutes of enjoying my cigarette. I see someone approach me.

"I warned you before Lewis," I hear Skye say. I smirk at the recognition of her voice.

"Looks like I'm not the only early bird around here," I reply to her instead as I breathe in on the cigarette again. She then sits beside me, I notice that she's brought with her her black journal. I wonder what's written in there.

"Mornings are quite refreshing if you ask me," she says, looking at me. I exhale once again and another cloud of smoke appears. I look back at her and notice that her eyebrows are knit together.

"Put that out before the stench sticks in our clothes you twat!" I shake my head lightly and start to laugh. She pinches me on the arm and I yelp. "I'm bloody serious Jeremiah, put that out," and at the tone of her voice I found it quite frightening so I put the cigarette out.

"Demanding," I meekly say. She must have heard it as she looks at me and spanks me at the back of my head. "Ow," I shout in pain whilst rubbing my head.

"Why do you even like that stick of death anyway?" she asks, looking away.

"You really want to know pudgy?" I question her. She rolls her eyes at me before replying, "I already asked you Lewis, but anyways, do enlighten me," I stare at the cigarette that I put out.

"Well, it makes me feel good Skye, it makes me feel better about myself. Yeah, I guess everyone adores me except maybe the girls I broke up with. But smoking, damn, smoking makes me feel different. In my opinion, different in a good way," I meet her gaze. She just shows me a small smile and looks up in the sky.

"You know Lewis, your words are quite convincing," she looks back at me.

I take notice of the tears forming under her eyes. "The reason I hate seeing people smoke is because it reminds me so much of my grandfather," she says all of a sudden. I look at her intently, waiting for the next words she's about to say.

"God, I miss him," she gazes at me and I see a tear roll down her cheek. I quickly wipe it off with my thumb, I smile sadly at her.

"I'm not good with consoling and shite but you do know he's in a better place," I pause.

"I think this is the most appropriate thing to do," I say before hugging her. She starts to laugh for a while before crying. I bring her head gently to my chest, feeling a bit awkward. So this is how you comfort a girl, it's quite dramatic. I feel my shirt getting damp and she then hugs me back. A warm feeling comes to me immediately.

"I miss my grandfather," she whispers enough for me to hear. I don't reply instead I just hug her even tighter. I start to realize that this is who Skye Levi is when she's vulnerable. Behind her tough man hater exterior, she's actually a fragile girl. She's the type of person you must handle with care.

After a few minutes, she pulls away and wipes the remaining tears in her eyes with the sleeves of her blazer. "Thank you wanker," she says. I grin at her, back to normal terms again.

An evil plan comes to my mind and I tuck her unruly hair at the back of her ear. She blushes at the action.

"Skye, you're one beautiful girl," I say cupping her cheek.

"I, I uhm -" she stutters and she looks away. I bring my face near to hers, I avert my eyes to her lips. I notice it's rosy pink colour and how plump they are. I trail back to her eyes and see that she's looking back at me. Her eyes have darker specks in it's radiant colour of brown. She quickly looks away and I abort my plan, this is not right.

I pull my hand away and rub the back of my neck. "Uhm," I stutter, which is unlikely of me. She then looks at me back in the eyes and kisses me on the cheek. I was dumbfounded at the action.

"That was for listening to me instead of telling me to fück off." I laugh lightly at her words.

She smiles at me and says, "The third reasons is that.. you probably know this but.. you're quite adorable."

I scrunch my nose. "Me and adorable don't match sweetheart," I say to her.

"Shut up Jeremiah," she replies, pinching my nose at the same time.

"Go get a room!" I hear someone shout at us followed by a snicker. I look at the far end and see Keith and Kaedee waving at us. Skye then turns around and looks at the both of them sternly. They both wriggle their eyebrows at her before running off while laughing.

"Well, we better get back to the classroom," I say, standing up. I help her as soon as I steady myself. I come to realize that her cheeks are the colour of a tomato once again.

"W-we shall not speak of the k-ki-kiss, agreed?" she says, not looking at me in the eye.

I chuckle silently. "Maybe," I reply before messing up her curly hair.