Cigarettes and love

1

Starting a new school year is not a big deal for me, unlike most people I don't care about what I'm wearing, nor do I give a single shit about how I look.
I'm not some poor feral boy who can't afford clothes with structure, in fact my family is very wealthy, but broken.
Throwing a flannel over my compilation of a nirvana shirt and an old pair of ripped denim jeans I light a cigarette as I walk down the timber porch steps carefully picked out by my mother, the head of the school board, and the school principal. You'd think that I could just hitch a ride in her Range Rover to school, but she can't stand the smell of cigarettes and you can smell that on me from a mile away.
Before I jump on the bus I quickly drop my cigarette and crunch it under my left foot. To avoid eye contact with anyone and to remain invisible I slide a pair of blacked out sunglasses onto my nose.
When I locate a seat at the back of the bus I stick in my headphones and scroll through my playlist, I let my phone choose and hit shuffle insight by joy division starts blasting into my brain, just how I like it, so I can't hear myself think.
Once I get to school I put my backpack in my locker and take out my English history books plus The Canterville Ghost by Oscar Wilde, and head to the EH room by now Arctic Monkeys was filling my head with the sound of indie rock.
I plonked down at my usual seat in the back of the room and swung my doc martens on to the desk in front of me stopping the loud music I put my headphones to the side and flipped open to my page. A few minutes later mr Grenwich entered the class room two girls had already came in and chosen their seats "good Morning" mr Grenwich announces to me after chatting with the females. "Not really" I say "how was your summer?" He says ignoring my comment "not bad I basically stayed in my room listening to music and reading, but I'm really quite interested in what you done over the summer sir" I say, snickering at him. "Oh long from the excitement of your fun filled life" he says returning the snicker.
The bell rings later and I rush out of whatever classroom I was in.
I needed a cigarette.
As I press my cigarette butt into the concrete next to me I hear a girls voice "you're going to have to get a parent to sign this permission slip" she says handing me a piece of paper. "And you are?" I spit back at her "Sunshine Walsh, head of the student council" she says with a huge phoney smile on her face that scrunched up her dark Asian even more, I laugh "so what's this shit?" I ask holding the piece of paper inches from her face "A parent or guardian has to sign on the line to allow you to smoke on school grounds, fifty feet away from any students or teachers though" Sunshine replies "there was trees wasted on this?" It was true.
I suddenly got the feeling this was going to be a tragic love story.