Cigarettes. (Bottom!Vanoss oneshots)

Can I have your number? P2

--Continuation of "Can I have your number? P1."--

--3rd POV- 

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Bee-

Brock slammed his hand on the alarm going off, sitting up and looking at Craig and Evan lightly shaking them. "Evan, Craig, c'mon we have school." Brock yawned and stood up after the other two got up themselves. Evan rolled off the bed unto the ground, standing up and scratching his back. "Ok, Mooom." Craig grinned standing up and all three of them headed to the bathroom to brush their hair, teeth, etc. 

After getting ready for the day, they headed downstairs and grabbed their book bags from behind the couch and left for school. They weren't old enough to live alone, but they were old enough to have their drivers license by now, so Brock was the one driving as they hopped into the car. Evan yawned once again looking out the back window, awaiting the view of their school to come in. After a few minutes they pulled into the schools parking lot and parked. "I'll see you guys later then, I guess." They all had separate classes beside lunch, and Brock had welding first, so he went into one of the garages the massive school had, as they were working on cars for the week. 

Evan and Craig both walked into the school and parted ways, waving goodbye. They'd see each other  6th period anyway. Evan rubbed his eyes slowly, while walking to his locker. The school filled up fast, the hallways packed with semi-adults talking, or just messing around with other students. 

-Evans POV- 

Sighing, I closed my locker and turned to walk away, but ran into a giant figure instead. "Ah, fuck." I said, holding my nose. "Sorry about that man." I looked up, my eyes widening. There stood the guy who asked me for my number on omegle the other night. While I was processing things, he smirked crossing his arms. "Can I have your number?" He was obviously hinting about last night. I blushed gripping my books tighter, I needed to get to class but "luke" obviously had other plans. 

"DISTRACTION!" I yelled, throwing all my pencils at the locker opposite of me, and running off down the hallway to my class. I slowly opened the door to my language arts class, looking around to make sure no guy from the "omegle" chat yesterday was in one of my classes. If Luke goes here, obviously his friends go here too...which means.....Oh god no. 

I banged my head on the desk a few times when I sat down and just laid my head down, turning it to the side. I fake cried, lifting my head up and pulling my phone out texting Craig and Brock about what happened with a tiny frown on my face. After the first bell rang, students flooded into the classroom. I looked at my phone a few more times before I felt something dragging against my hand and I looked up to see Luke and one of the guys from last night walking past me, putting his hand on mine, his friend "Jonathan" I think that's what it was, doing the same. 

I scrunched my nose up looking back down at my phone before putting it away. I can just ignore them anyway.. I smiled looking to the front of the class. A shiver was sent down my spine when I felt something going up and down my back. Turning around I was met with a grinning Jonathan waving his pencil around, before tapping it on my head whispering, "You better turn around~" 

I slowly turned my head back around. 

This is gonna be a long day... I sighed.

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Trying to decide if I should turn this into a book or just continue it being a one-shot. hmmm.

Any ideas? :') 

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