smoke // clifford

// one //

"you're god damn lucky i bailed you out this time clifford." luke said running his hand through his hair. we were walking out of the county jail house. surprise, surprise i got arrested. again.

"what were you even thinking getting into that fight? you knew you were going to win." luke asked as we got into the car.

"i was bored. and he was smoking in our spot." i shurgged. getting into fights was almost daily things for my group and i. It was actually really fun, until you get caught with the fucking police and get your face slammed against the hood of the car.

"but thanks for the bail, mate" i continued. i ran my fingers through my black and purple hair. i looked at my hand and saw the skin red and busted open. i shrug it off and pull out a cigarette and a lighter. i pull the intoxicating stick between my lips and hold the lighter at the end. flicking the lighter to life and hold it and the end of the cigarette. i inhale for a second and blow out the smoke. the feeling of pleasure and relaxation go through my body. i roll down the window and flick the bud off the end of the cigarette.

we got home around 1:00 am. when i got out of the car, i dropped the cigarette to the floor and used my foot to crumble it. it was actually Luke's place, but i practically live there. he doesn't seem to mind me being there all the time. he knows how my parents are such fuck ups. i went into the bathroom and wash up the dry blood off my knuckles. i look into the mirror and see my eyes red and dark circle rimming my eyes. i decide to splash water to my face and dry my hands and face off.

I walk into my room, but it was really just luke's guest room, and kick my boots off. i take off my flannel and jeans off and put on a pair of sweats. i lay down on the bed and stare at the ceiling. i'm such a fuck up. i kept saying. I really am though. i'm failing school, i'm known for only getting into fights and hoping girls, not giving a shit about them the next day.

every time people see me, there's a smoke in between my lips or fingers. but it's too late to turn back. to turn into a better person. i'm a senior, it's kinda late to make up all the years of failure. i mean, the way live my life right now isn't that bad. it's just, what am i going to do when i graduate? even if i graduate. this thought went on in my head all night. before i knew it, i was falling asleep.

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sorry the first chapter isn't as interesting. new story, hope you like it. i'm going to keep the chapters in this book short, but it will gradually get longer. yeah. vote and comment if you want. kay bye.