He leads me down the narrow school hallways showing me off like a prized possession. Thats all i am to him, a trophy.
As we walk he plays with my hair, twirling my brown curls between his finger tips. His other hand buried deep in the pocket of his tattered jeans. I try not to curl my nose as he smells of whisky and arousal.
"Whats going on baby?"
He asks looking down at me, his deep brown eyes searching my face.
"Nothing, i'm just... Thinking."
I smile back up at him and he smiles back, leaning down to gently kiss my forehead. I would have enjoyed it much more if the scent of achohol wasn't seeping into my brain.
"I love you."
He says, pulling me in closer and looking into my eyes. The students that have been walking through on the way out all of a sudden stop to admire us. Beady eyed girls smile and sigh perhaps longing for love.
"I have to go. I'm helping my mom make supper today so i have to be home earlier."
I say, trying my best to look happy. His eyes drop and he looks down for a moment. He looks up again and smiles lightly, extending his hand to caress my cheek.
"See you tonight, Blais."
I smile back, and lean in to kiss him softly,
"Same to you."
With that i smile and turn away, on my way home.
