15 parts Ongoing MatureI turned to head toward the car when something smacked into my shoulder, sending me stumbling back against the door.
"Oh, shit-sorry! I didn't see you there."
I looked up to see a hand extended toward me. It belonged to a boy, maybe a year or two older. He had tousled brown hair, olive-green pants, and a cigarette hanging lazily from his lips.
"Thanks," I muttered, shyly taking his hand as he pulled me upright.
He bent down to grab a lighter that had fallen near my feet, flicking it open and lighting his cigarette without so much as looking at me. "You're new here, aren't you?"