Puff

I grumbled to myself and plopped myself down in front of the church.

'God damn mom.'
'Always wants to pick fights'

I sighed and leaned against the building, nonchalantly letting my back slide down the wall, shivering slightly as my bum hit the cold, cement floor.

I sighed and instantly coughed.

'Who the hell is smoking outside of a fucking church!'

I shouldn't be saying anything though, considering I was swearing right in front of the house of Jesus christ.

My head tilted up and my eyes were met with gorgeous golden brown orbs.

"Cassidy Tomson?"
His cigarette bounced between his lips as my name rolled off of his tongue.

I nodded, " And who are you? "

He scoffed while taking the cigarette out and blowing a smoke puff straight down to my face.

"Why do you care who I am?" He took a long drag and exhaled.

Truth is, I didn't care.

Atleast, not then.