Cry Baby~Fillie

cigarettes

》CHAPTER ONE《
♡cigarettes♡

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Millie's POV:

"mom, I'm leaving." i finish lacing the strings on my boots and grab my school bag off of the messy wooden table.

my first day sophomore year starts today, in a completely different school than last year, and it sucks to be completely honest.

my family and i moved all the way from london, to the cold city of vancover.

my dad got a job offer there, so we packed are bags and just left.

  we settled for a small town called hawkins, you know, one of those towns where everybody knows everybody.

i absolutely hate being the new girl in school. i've somehow gotten used to it, considering that my dad's job moves around a lot.

i open the door, rushing out and nearly falling flat on my face in the meantime.

i start my journey towards my new school, directions pulled up on my phone in case i get lost.

the air smells sharply of sweet pine and a hint of cigarette smoke.

i look up from my feet and i'm met with a pair of dark sunglasses, that are now inches away from mine.

suddenly our foreheads bump together, causing a throbbing pain in my head.

"ow." i yell out, grabbing my forehead in pain, as he does the same.

"what the fu-" the tall boy who smells strongly of cigarettes stops himself.

"my bad, sorry." he quickly apologizes, smirking and running a hand through his curly dark hair.

"sorry it was totally my fault i wasn't looking." i spit out.

i smile and attempt to walk away but he grabs my wrist and slings me back around.

"hey, wait! your new here aren't you?" i nod my head silently.

"is it that obvious?" i question jokingly looking down to my feet.

"yeah, kinda." he lets go of my wrist, bringing his hand up to his blue jean jacket and adjusts the collar.

"cool, i guess." i look up from my dark boots and take in his features.

he has brown, almost black hair that's slightly curly, freckled cheeks, and dark sunglasses hanging on his nose.

he takes his them off, to reveal his dark brown eyes starring back at me.

"i'm finn, and you are?" his cheeks raise awaiting an answer.

"millie." i answer plainly. he leans against the lamp post behind him and pulls out a package of cigarettes.

he puts one to his lips and lights it.

"where are you headed, millie?" he casually exhales smoke into the air, the smell of ciggarettes lingering.