Side/Top is jeans art peice goal.
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Before school I made a point to take the packet of cigarettes out of my mums purse, she wouldn’t notice, I know she wouldn’t she never has. I shoved the box and a red lighter into the small compartment of my backpack and headed to the bus stop.
I only smoke when I’m stressed, when everything just builds up I long to feel the stick in-between my fingers. I hadn’t had one for a while but last night I received the news that Eren has gone into another coma and his condition is getting worse.
I sat up the front of the bus, resting my head on the window and felt every single bump in the road as we drove, stopped, started, braked.
To Gray:
Will be in the car park.
I sent so he could choose whether to join me or not, he gets to school after me so I’ll probably get a little time by myself which sometimes is nice.
The ride seemed to take forever but when it was finally over I walked as fast as I could to the furthest corner of the parking lot and rested against a low wooden railing.
I grabbed a cigarette out of the box and grabbed the lighter, placing the stick between my pursed lips I cupped my hand around the small orange flame and sucked in to light it. I let the smoke swell in my lungs, putting the lighter in my pack pocket and taking the cigarette between my index and middle finger and removing it from my lips, breathing out.
I ran my free hand through my long messy hair, taking another drag and already starting to feel relaxed.
“I thought I told you not to ruin yourself,” I heard from behind me and I jumped a little, turning around to fast and hurting my neck slightly.
It was Ashton, he was coming from the oval just behind the parking lot, where the soccer players were practicing. He was covered in sweat and in his ugly maroon jersey that pulled tight across his shoulders.
“And why would I listen to you?” I ask bringing my hand up to shield my eyes from the bright sun, taking a few drags of my cigarette every once in a while, just going slowly.
“Smoking is so unattractive.” He laughed sitting down beside me and I rolled my eyes handing him the almost budded stick and he took a drag and gave it back. “Feels nice though.”
I finished it off, throwing it on the ground and swashing it with my foot, “Well, thank you for the unneeded opinion, enjoy your soccer practice.”
I started walking off, meeting Gray halfway to my first class, he must have just gotten to school. M
“Is Eren okay?” he asked concerned and I raised a brow.
“How did you know he wasn’t?”
“You reek of smoke, you only smoke when Eren gets bad.” He pointed out pulling me in for a hug and I didn’t realise how badly I need this. I need to be in Grays arms sometimes, he’s so strong, sometimes when he hugs me his muscles practically engulf my entire existence and I like it that way.
When I break down, he is the only one who I will let see me, because he will hug me like this, his body shields me from the world.
“I love you,” I sigh.
“Are you crying?”
“Fuck off no.”
“Just checking.”
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“Alright kids,” My art teacher has possibly the most frustrating voice. It’s the terrible mixture of nasally and hollow. “You will each be given either a manikin body, or a manikin head. Your job is to decorate it, make it big-bold,” She started and I turned off, knowing her she will ramble on with pointless examples for the next twenty minutes.
