bad girls

15

Dakota

After the meeting is over I take a little more time to walk to the dorm. I walk and walk until I see something that catches my eye. A fire. Not some forestal fire, a little bonfire. As I get close to it, I start to distinguish human figures in the dark. When I finally arrive there, I see a trio of boys and a girl. They are all laughing until they see me. It takes me a few seconds to realize that they're doing something I love very much. Smoking. So I approach them.

"Hello," says one of the guys. He is tall with black hair and green eyes. His face is so handsome. I breathe in deeply and stare at him a little more. He is wearing a leather jacket and a gray t-shirt under. On top of that, he is holding a cigarette, and I want it. So I sit down next to him. I notice the tattoos on his neck and extend my hand to him.

"I'm Dakota." I say.

"I'm Gabriel." He smiles at me and offers me his cigarette. I gladly accept it and inhale the deadly substance. Ah, happiness.

"Gabe, you haven't introduced us to your new friend here." Another guy tells Gabriel. This one has messy brunet hair and is a bit less tattooed. He turns to me and says, "I'm Chuck." I shake hands with him and the others. Turns out the blonde girl is called Kati and the other blond boy is Ricky. It also turns out that the girl, Kati is an open lesbian and her twin brother is Ricky.

I stay until very late talking to them. They are amazing people that have even more cigarettes. The next thing I'm doing is saying goodbye to them after talking to them for about two hours and a half.

"Wait," Gabriel calls out after me. I turn to him and he goes, "So, Dakota... There's this party tomorrow night. And I'd really like you to come."

"A party? How?" I wonder out loud.

"It's underground. We have never been caught and probably never will." He stops for a second, "You should really come. And your friends, if they want to."

"Sure," I walk away. I know he's a jerk, like every guy.