Cigarette Smoke // FILLIE

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m i l l i e

"Noah, stop!" I yell out, at the moment being held back slightly by Maddie as I stand in the crowd of drunk teens cheering them on.

Idiots.

"Mills, he cant hear you, just calm down. Finn can handle himself." Maddie assures, but her words get drowned out when Noah swings right into Finn's jaw, sending the curly haired boy over the teen and crashing into the island.

"I don't care if he can't handle himself, they're going to kill each other!" I retort back, annoyance flowing through in my words.

She rolls her eyes while pursing her lips, slight drunk after taking down both our drinks. About thirty minutes have passed since she did, so she'll only be getting worse.

I watch tentatively as a hand suddenly grips onto the island's counter, that of a smoker. The crowd roars at the sight as Finn pushes himself into his feet, growing sore as his eyes narrow in pain.

"C'mon, ciggie, you can't possibly let me be the one to cut you short. All that smoke will do it for ya!" Noah remarks through an ugly snarl, now standing about two feet away from Finn.

Why the hell happened to him? The Noah I've know my whole life.. he'd never be so heartless.

He was always the timorous, caring and considerate, person you always knew you could rely on.

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f.w.

       His pathetic taunt still angers me despite the lack of meaning in his words. I could care less if he took me out, but a certain brunette would say otherwise.

So I gather what energy I can muster and grab ahold of his wrist, bending it behind his back in one swift motion while using my other hand to keep him steady.

The crowd chants on and on with cheers, requests, and whatever the hell they can slur out.

He yells out in pain after a certain point, signifying how far I am from breaking his arm. I stop just before his breaking point, making sure he's in enough pain that he can't fight back.

"It would be a shame to end the life of someone not worth the jail time for- you said it yourself, I'm just a fork in the road." I quote harshly, low enough that only he's able to hear me.

With one quick shove to the ground, I send the boy to the floor before I start forcing myself through the crowd, knowing if I stay any longer I might really do damage to him.

Within moments I escape the attention and mess that the party became and freed back into the late outdoors.

"Finnlard!"

I roll my eyes at the voice, already hearing the slur in her voice as she follows me down the lot's driveway.

"Hey, dude, don't ignore me!" She yells, "What? Just because I kissed you, now you're going to shut me out?"

"Go home, Ayla, you're drunk. You didn't mean it anyway. Just go before Millie comes- I don't want her to jump to any more conclusions, alright?" I instruct sternly, stopping to face her.

She stares at me like a kid who was denied a toy they wanted their mom to buy, her arms now crossed in annoyance.

"Fine, but when you realize you've got no one else, don't come knocking at my door. It'll be locked.. with a key, and a- a padlock! Like a locker." She exclaims, smiling at the end as she starts carefully heading back to the party.