that damned cigarette ↪ m.c

3.1 - do you trust me?

As I was walking out, I got a text from Calum telling me that the girls were there and inviting me over. All the way there, I kept letting out little laughs, not being able to get Georgina’s activities off my mind.

I was buzzed up by someone and quickly made my way into the boys’ apartment in search of Nicole and Rosie. Both of them had run into Miss Priss before.

“You’ll never guess what Georgina was just doing!” I fell down on top of Luke and Nicole as they were all in the living room. Ash and Michael carried on staring at the animated cartoon on the TV as the others turned to me.

“Who’s that?” Calum and Luke both asked. I looked at Michael as they spoke, seeing if he was interested but all that happened was his jaw twitched.

“Her boss, people call her Miss Priss, now what happened?” Nicole had sat up properly now, her hands resting on my legs.

“I walked in just after she had a quickie on her desk,” I snorted as everyone, apart from Michael and Ashton, started laughing. Rosie was wiping tears from her eyes mumbling something about how awkward that must have been.

Calum nudged Michael who just raised his eyebrow, “This is the kind of thing you find funny!” Michael glanced at me and, when noticing I was looking, attempted to smile. Why wasn’t he smiling properly?

“Just isn’t that funny.” He shrugged again, facing the TV again.

“Is this because you aren’t getting any?” Luke started laughing at his own comment. His laugh was contagious and soon, all of us but Michael were laughing.

I didn’t pay attention to his moodiness as they finished their pony cartoon. It was when he left the room and slammed his door without saying a word that I decided he needed to stop being such an idiot about whatever was bothering him.

Again, I found him sitting on his windowsill with a cigarette between his lips. It was already half gone and I realised how long his drags were. He had about one last long drag when I took the cigarette from him.

“What the hell is your problem, Clifford?” His eyes lingered on mine for a couple of seconds before flicking back to his window.

“Just give me back the cigarette, babe.” He was tapping his fingers against his leg. I told him no and he glared at me, his cheeks glowing red from anger.

“I need it,” I could tell he needed it. He didn’t get agitated often but something was clearly bothering him. It was unhealthy and I knew once he finished it he’d probably light up another one.

Instead, I finished off the last of the cigarette in one drag. Michael looked at me in surprise, not knowing I had smoked a little during my week with River. Thankfully, I didn’t cough even though it was much more than I had taken in one drag before.

“You just… what?” I laughed, leaned over him and stubbed the end out on his windowsill. Straightening out, I put my hand on his chin, pushing it closed. His eyes stayed wide as I sat at the other end of his windowsill, shoving his legs out of the way.

I closed my eyes and lent my head back, I knew he would tell me what’s wrong at some point so I would wait until he decided it was time. Unsurprisingly, I heard his lighter go off and instantly kicked my foot out to hit his arm.

“I swear to god babe, let me have a fucking cigarette.” I smiled at him sarcastically and took the pack from in between us.

“You can have them back when you calm the fuck down.” I made a show of pulling out the front of my top and putting the pack in my handy female pocket.