The Horse, The Friend, and The Bad Boy

Chapter Three: New Boy at School

I was sitting in class, sketching in my notebook. I was drawing Princess. My other classmates were reading from their textbooks, while the teacher sat at her computer. We were in Mrs. Jameson's biology class. The day was nearly over. Only 20 minutes left on the clock, and that's when he walked in. The rancher from my work. Mrs. Jameson looked up from her computer and onto Asher. "Why are you so late? This was your first day at our school." He looked at her coldly and spoke. "I was busy." Textbook in hand, he walked over to the empty desk. Which happened to be next to mine. All of the girls looked at each other and were like 

"Oh my god he's so hot." Giggling and all. But he ignored them, instead just stared directly in front of him at the whiteboar. Eventually, when there was only two minutes left, he got up and headed to the door. "Where are you going?" Mrs. Jameson asks. "To have a smoke," Asher says, looking at her desk. The whole class gasped. And I could hear some of the girls say: "Oh wow, really? He's so bad!" others would say things like "Oh, ew. He smokes?" 

Eventually, when the bell rang and all of us started to leave the class. I could head over to my favorite after school activity. Musical Theatre. We were practicing to perform Six. I'm supposed to play Anne Boleyn. Kelsey is playing Catherine of Cleves. After rehearsals, I waited at the school entrance for my dad to pick me up. Today was a Friday, and I don't work on Fridays. I see Asher leaning up against the school wall, smoking. He is SO dreamy. Those green eyes... staring off into the distance. His jaw tight, and his lips parted, as he inhaled more and more of that terrible, terrible nicotine. "God, what I would do to be his ciggrett." He was wearing a leather jacket, zipped up all the way to his neck it made his shoulders look even broader than usual. His pants were tight and I could see his bulge. Ho...ly fuck. He then rested his head back onto the brick wall, exposing his Adam's apple even more. It was then, he looked at me. 

And my heart dropped. "What are you looking at, Davis?" He spoke. I stammer for a moment before speaking. "Nothing much," I answered. "Likewise." He replied. He then pulled himself away from the wall and headed over toward me. He then came at least an inch away from my face. He was looking down at me, with those green eyes. And I, up at him, with my blue eyes, that were as vibrant and colorful as the blue on a can of Pepsi.

He then reached into his pocket, then looked back at me, one of his eyebrows raised. Holding a cigarette with his mouth, he opened the pack of cigarettes. I wanted to kiss him so bad. It took all of the inner strength I had not to lunge at him and suck his face. He then placed a cigarette in my mouth, and he set it alight. "You look stressed. Buzz down a bit." He said. "I don't I-I-" Before I could finish my sentence, he rammed the cigarette in my mouth. The butt of the cigrote landed on my tongue and the taste of tobacco then swelled in, before I could spit it out. With one hand, he squeezed my cheek, so that the cigarette couldn't escape from my moist and wet mouth. He then lit the cigarette. He then said, "Suck it in." And I did. Immediately, I got a head-rush. And I closed my eyes. It tasted like coffee and hanged off my tongue. It felt heavy. He then removed it from my mouth, after throwing his away. Lipstick still on the cigarette. 

He put it in his mouth, the cigarette that I had been smoking. And pulled, and sucked deep on it. His lips, covering the lipstick marks on the cigarette. He then looked at me and walked away. I nearly fell to my knees. 

As soon as I got home, I had to change my underwear. I then got a message on Snapchat, from Kelsey.

Kelsey: how was rehearsals

Me: it was fine but smthng weird happened after. while I was waiting for my dad to pick me up... Asher leaning up against the school wall, smoking. He is SO dreamy. Those green eyes... staring off into the distance. His jaw tight, and his lips parted, as he inhaled more and more of that terrible, terrible nicotine. "God, what I would do to be his ciggrett." He was wearing a leather jacket, zipped up all the way to his neck it made his shoulders look even broader than usual. His pants were tight and I could see his bulge. Ho...ly fuck. He then rested his head back onto the brick wall, exposing his Adam's apple even more. It was then, he looked at me. And my heart dropped. "What are you looking at, Davis?" He spoke. I stammer for a moment before speaking. "Nothing much," I answered. "Likewise." He replied. He then pulled himself away from the wall and headed over toward me. He then came at least an inch away from my face. He was looking down at me, with those green eyes. And I, up at him, with my blue eyes, that were as vibrant and colorful as the blue on a can of Pepsi. He then reached into his pocket, then looked back at me, one of his eyebrows raised. Holding a cigarette with his mouth, he opened the pack of cigarettes. I wanted to kiss him so bad. It took all of the inner strength I had not to lunge at him and suck his face. He then placed a cigarette in my mouth, and he set it alight. "You look stressed. Buzz down a bit." He said. "I don't I-I-" Before I could finish my sentence, he rammed the cigarette in my mouth. The butt of the cigrote landed on my tongue and the taste of tobacco then swelled in, before I could spit it out. With one hand, he squeezed my cheek, so that the cigarette couldn't escape from my moist and wet mouth. He then lit the cigarette. He then said, "Suck it in." And I did. Immediately, I got a head-rush. And I closed my eyes. It tasted like coffee and hanged off my tongue. It felt heavy. He then removed it from my mouth, after throwing his away. Lipstick still on the cigarette. He put it in his mouth, the cigarette that I had been smoking. And pulled, and sucked deep on it. His lips, covering the lipstick marks on the cigarette. He then looked at me and walked away. I nearly fell to my knees.

Kelsey: oh wow rlly? (blushing emoji) did that rlly happen. omg penny ur so good at writing and describing things. have u ever thot of becoming a writer

Me: i have... but idk what to write about

Kelsey: u could write abt asher (smirking emoji)

Me: yea right...

I then turn on Spotify once more. Willow Tree by Tom Speight... I kept thinking about that cigarette kiss... his sexy Adam's apple, and that perfect jawline. I then think about how cute he would look in makeup. And soon, I can't take it anymore. I grab my pillow, and well girls you know the rest. (smirking emoji)

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Hey guys! I hope you liked. Tell me what you think about the cigarette kiss! I really enjoyed writing it. (smirking emoji) Share with your friend who likes bad boys, or maybe is dating a bad boy.