FUCK YOU! → ( dnf )

ONE

eleventh grade;

george davidson--

he walked down the street, annoyed by the fact he'd missed his bus.

he brushed his fingers through his hair, shivering as a cool breeze passed by.

he didn't have a jacket, only a thin hoodie. of course, the one day he misses the bus, it had to be cold.

he just shook his head with a sigh, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

he looked across the street at the mcdonald's, contemplating going there instead.

nah. he couldn't do that. his father would kill him.

he shrugged, turning away from the building and continuing up the hill toward the school.

he wasn't all too excited to go to school today. he only got two hours of sleep; and it wasn't a good sleep either.

he sighed, rolling his dark eyes as he was honked at by someone who drove by.

he wasn't even on the road.

it was probably someone who went to his school, laughing at the fact he'd missed the bus.

he brushed it off, turning the corner that led to the street on which the school was located.

he was so tired. he was cold. he didn't want to go to school, but, at least he had benny.

that made him a bit more excited to go to school.

he smiled softly to himself, crossing the street and walking up the parking lot of the chinese restaurant next to the school, cutting through to get to the back of the building.

that's where he smoked.

that's where everyone smoked.

he spotted the curly-haired boy and smiled softly, picking up the pace until he was standing next to the male.

"hey," he smiled warmly, leaning against the wall.

"hi," benny replied softly with a smile.

"you don't have to wait for me, you can go in. i know you don't really like the smell or anything," george told him quietly.

"oh, no, it's okay. i'd rather deal with the smell of your marijuana than the smell of sweaty boys in gym class," the latter chuckled softly with a gentle shake of his head.

"all right," george shrugged, bringing the joint up to his lips and lighting it.

he looked over at the students who walked past, making their way into the building.

he then looked at benny, sighing gently; creating a cloud of smoke in the air.

it was a mixture of his hot breath against the cold and the smoke from his joint.

he heard benny blowing, and figured the smoke had blown into his face.

"sorry," the brunette apologized, taking another drag of the joint as he rested his head against the wall, exhaling into the air.