Bughead [Completed]

Chapter 51- Cigarettes

Jason (pictures above)^^
~2 weeks later~

[Jason's POV]

I sat on the dumpster in the back out the music hall. It never smelled since it was all full of paint and paper.

I pulled my hood over my bleach blonde hair and pulled a fresh pack of cigarettes out of my pocket.

It was a filthy habit and I knew it. I couldn't help it. At 15 I had horrible friends that got me hooked on this shit.

I pulled out my blue lighter and took a cigarette out of the box. I light it up a puffed out a ball of smoke.

I leaned back against the wall of the school and closed my eyes.

Soon I felt my seat cave in a little indicating someone sat next to me. I opened my eyes and see a blonde girl next to me. She was wearing a pink tank top with a jean jacket over it and black leggings, her hair was in a ponytail.

"Hi?" I said, raising one of my eyebrows at her.

"Hello." She said, scooting backwards to lean against the wall with me.

"Can I help?" I said, taking another puff out of my cigarette.

"Nope. I just ended class early and I saw you sitting out here." She smiled at me.

She had small dimples that were hard to notice at first but when you did you realized just how cute she was. She had foggy blue eyes that really helped you focus on her face.

"Oh." I replied to that, nodding my head a little.

"So what are you doing out here?" She said, looking around.

"Smoking." I said, indicating towards my cigarette.

"Well I see that. I mean are you out here to be alone, study, think or just smoke."

"Think while smoking." I chuckled.

"You know that shit kills you."

"Yeah I do." I said looking at my feet. It was always embarrassing when I met new poorly while smoking. I was ashamed of it but I couldn't help it.

I felt her put her hand on my shoulder.

"Here let me try." She said looking at the cigarette. She must have noticed that I was embarrassed of she was trying to comfort me.

"No way!" I said, pulling it farther from her. "Like you said this shit kills you and I wouldn't want you to get addicted. I despise the people who got me hooked."

She just giggled to that I replied with a smile.

"Jason Freelow." I said, extending my hand for her to shake.

"Betty Copper" She said, shaking my hand and smiling.

"Nice to meet you. What's your major?" I asked.

"Teaching. Who knew you had to be creative for that." She replied sarcastically with a slight smirk.

I chuckled.

"What about you?" She asked, looking at me.

I took another puff out of my cigarette before answering. "Culinary arts."

"You are so cooking me something one day!" She squealed.

I laughed. "Deal." I handed her my phone. "Put in your number." I smiled, puffing.

She took my phone and put her number in it. "My last class ends at 1:45 tomorrow."

"Mine ends at 2:30." I smiled.

"Wanna come over to my dorm and study tomorrow?" She said with finger guns.

I chuckled and nodded. "Just text me the building and number."

"Deal" she said jumping off the dumpster.

I took another blow out of my cigarette.

"I have class in 20 minutes. See you around Jason." She smiled before walking back into the art building.

I smiled to myself, satisfied I had made a friend.