It was graduation night I saw him. Pressed up against a car. A cancer stick between his teeth. He rolled it with his tongue. And ran a hand through the mass of curls that sat on top of his head. I stared at him. And he stared back at me. Nor did I know. I was hooked.
He blew the smoke from between his lips as I stepped out of the crowded and hormonal filled room. The stuffy air had tightened my lungs and shortened my breath. I pushed the large heavy doors open and breathed. I finally breathed.
I picked up the end of the long flowing dress that clung to the top of my body, and ran into the cold air. It felt free, I felt free.
I noticed a boy leaning against a black car, a cigarette between his teeth, his hands dug into his pockets and his eyes closed. He looked so at peace, he looked so calm, so normal. He slightly opened one eye, and looked over at my glowing dress and dry skin.
He eyed me down, scanning his eyes up and down my body. I felt a cold shiver run up my spine, but I continued to stare back at him. I continued to take my eyes up and down his torso, along the floral fleece lining his arms and the black tight jeans that clung to his legs.
"Princess" He spoke.
"Want a drag?".
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Robbers // Matt Healy
FanfictionHe was like a drug. A delusional, dangerous drug. I took my first drag. And I was hooked.
