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"Why do you care about me?" I asked calmly, my eyes boring into the tall Serpent boy infront of me.
"Who said I did?" He says smugly, a small grin tugging at his perfectly formed lips.
"Fuck you." I say bluntly.
'Smiling, I put the smoke between my lips, cupping the cigarette in my hands as it lit, ready to burn a hole into my youthful lungs. The taste, the exhilarating feeling of the nicotine in my throat made me feel warmed, and as if I knew what I was doing here. At least I would have one thing in common with the bikers, that I was a smoker.'