daunt

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luke hated the walk to school on mornings like these, when he didn't have a jacket to wear and was left to his own devices since his parents never even bothered to ask him if he wanted a lift.

the cold november frost was settled on the grass that crunched under his converse as he walked, and he breathed out through his mouth, noticing he could see his breath dancing in the cold air.

he was dying for a cigarette.

if he was feeling braver, maybe he would have texted ashton and asked him if he wanted to meet before school to have a fag together quickly, but he doubted the punk was even awake yet. it was a monday afterall.

luke's best bet would be that ashton had been out drinking all night on sunday and would probably have monday off to make up for it.

not that luke cared.

he wasn't supposed to care.

and so, with that thought in mind, he made his way through the twisted, narrow alleyways of his home town until he had made it to the main road, and didn't feel like there was so long until he'd be in the classroom again.