The Bus Stop

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As we approach Kicks, who's standing under the bus shelter from the grey rain, I remember how hot he is. He's in the year above, but got excluded last year from Hillford for dealing and never went back to finish.

His dark skin glows as he lights the rolled cigarette, which is balanced between his lips. Ash tips off the end onto his black hoodie. The only light there is on the black street is the flickering shelter glow and a few cars driving past.

'Y'alright,' he shouts, nodding at Raff, 'See you brought your girl.' I walk over to hug him and he kisses my cheek. 'He wishes,' I scoff, as I take the fag from his lips to my own.

'Ahhh, yeah forgot, you're mine.' He swings his arm around my waist and pulls me to his side, winking at Raff. I laugh and look over. For a split second, his jaw clenches.

'Anyway, that dizz, yeah?' Raff clears his throat. He's shifting his feet from one to the other. He takes the small plastic bag from Kicks' hands and gives him the money.

'You should come tomorrow night, Kicks. Should be alright,' I say, tugging his ragged sleeve. 'Why, you want me to come?' 'Obviously.' I wink and walk away, his cigarette still in my fingers. '

Alright Mazz, just cos you owe me a smoke,' he shouts after me.

I flip up my hood - the rain's falling harder now - and turn around to see Raff following close behind. He runs up to my side and links his arm through mine. I feel the warmth of his arm through the soft material of his hoodie.

'You and Kicks seem close then.' I recognise a slither of jealousy in his tone and shrug. 'You and Mazie seem close.' He laughs and replies in his raspy voice: 'Alright, if that's how we're gonna play.'

'Oh, so this is a game?' I look at him as he smirks and takes out his packet of Marlboros.

We approach the school gates and climb over the brick wall next to it, through the gap in the hedge. I jump from the ledge onto his back and he hands me his cigarette.

We run like this, me holding it to his lips every few moments, laughing through the heavy autumn rain.

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