It was 3am that summer morning when Colin ran into Katheryn who coincidentally was down to her last cigarette.
She leaned on the wall savouring the minutes of her last stick in the eerie city, observing as the occasional drunk-out-of-their-probably-drugged-minds group walk by as they were the only company she slightly enjoyed at this time of night.
With Katherine probably fucking Jim at this very moment, she was glad she was far away from that house.
At exactly, 3:27 AM, Colin strolled towards Katheryn sitting down next to her jean cladded legs and sighing. She stared down at him and sighed as well, what was a boy like him doing here? His white v neck shirt looked way more pristine than her smoke scented one with holes made from when she and Nicola once used it as an ashtray. No one paid much attention to it though, they just thought she bought it like that as it was one of those weird new trends.
“Do you have a spare cig?” She asked, her voice velvety and very British. captivating enough to attract Colin's eyes toward her even if he wasn't exactly sure that she was talking to him but it was soon given away by her olive eyes on his baby blue ones.
“I don't smoke. Sorry.”
Colin had grown up with his parents lecturing him about the dangers of drugs, especially the surprisingly legal nicotine. They had even once bought a cigarette pack for him and stuck a picture of rotten teeth on it which absolutely did it for him.
He also wondered why she smoked. Was it an addiction driven from peer pressure? Did she intend on eroding her lungs away? What wrong could they have done her?
"Why are you out here at this time?” She asked, sliding down to sit with him who was the next best interesting element in the badly lit streets.
“I needed to get away. you?”
“Same-ish," She answered, tossing the finished cigarette unto the road, "It's a regular thing.”
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katheryn.
Short Story“You're different, I like you.” “I don't like girls who smoke.”
