Deadly Class Imagines and Short Stories☆Marcus Lopez Arguello

Cigs and lies

The cigarette in her lips looked unlike anything I had ever seen. It was much longer than other cigarettes, dark and sleek-- I wondered if it was a sort of vape instead.

Inhaling the fumes she waited a second, discreetly blowing out behind her back; to my surprise, there was little to no smoke, at least from my angle since she had obstructed my view. "People will do anything as long as you do it first, They always say lead by example" she looked at me with a look of mystery in her eyes. 

Her hand held out to me, offering me the device. I curiously took it, hardly ever breaking intense eye contact. The cool material felt strange on my lips, almost foreign compared to my beloved cigarettes, yet after breathing inward, I came to realize something.

I took it out of my mouth, looking closer at it. "Is this, a makeup pencil?" I gasped incredulously, not sure whether to be impressed or embarrassed that she managed to get me to 'smoke' a pencil.

The look in her eyes was dangerous. "Just my point, If I gave that to you off my dresser and told you to smoke it, well you'd probably have walked out of here. Yet, since I was doing it. Well it must be real then." She smiled while looking at me seriously, an impossible pairing yet it kept me hooked, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. I was yearning to know how she got this ability to keep me standing there like an idiot.

"What do you mean, why are you saying this, what does this have to do with truth?" I question on, shaking my head side to side unsure of myself as I run my hands through my tangled head of hair.

"If you asked me what I did this morning, and I told you that I got up at 6:30, had some waffles and watched tv 'till I came here, you would probably believe me even if it was a lie, and if it was a lie, than why does it matter. I probably lied about having waffles when I had cerial because that's what usually happens in mornings, it most likely isn't to far from the truth, right?" I watched as she walked past me, the smell of her enticing perfume drawing me to her words even more.

"But If I walked up to you and told you the truth and said 'I got up at 6:37, got dressed, got in my car and killed your family, then you would probably care a bit more right? But If I told you that lie, then you would probably not know I killed your family and you would go on living your life happily." her face was serious, and her green eyes bored deeply into mine. 

"What is your point" I whispered.

"The point is, that the government feeds us these lies to satisfy us. The lie we see on tv seems realistic enough, maybe it won't be that perfect but we know that it is just an ad. But we don't see the fact that the lie is supposed to distract us from a bigger lie. Lies hidden inside lies and no one stops to think just because they see someone like them doing it, that it is the reason why they do it."

(I don't know where this was going or what type of angst anti gov shit I was on in 9th grade. Don't know how to end this, or where it was going, but ya know, here you all go, I think it is interesting to say the least. More drafts to be followed soon)