Cigarettes (crush x reader)
I paced to the end of the hallway with speed, towards the door that opened up to bright lights of reality escape and destress, to the alley behind school that no teachers nor students hung around. Looking down to my watch, reading the time. 12 minutes left to lunch. Pushing the old and crusty wooden door open, I found my hands working its way into my skirt's pocket to grab my box of cigarettes. Opening it, taking one out and then clamping it in between my lips, I shuffle my bag for the lighter.
Snap! Where's my lighter? Great, must be in my locker! I dread going into that place, that old building reeks of pale scholars that spend their youth studying in that prestigious-for-no-future cell. Studying is great and all but I see no sight of letting my youth rot away day by day in those classrooms.
"Here,"-- A guy I didn't recognize approached me and brought me out of my trance. He seems tall, broad and muscular but not too; suggesting to light my cigarette, I gratefully accept. His thumb pressing down on the trigger while his right-hand hovers over the lighter to block the wind. Inhaling the fresh nicotine, I awake. I take a few paths before spotting him smoking too. After a brief silence which was refreshingly comfortable, and certainly not awkward, I spoke up. "Do you smoke here often?" "Yea, you?" "Yes, me too. How come I never saw you here before then?" I suggested. "I used to smoke under the tree beside the school, in the parking lot," I then mouthed an 'I see.' "What year you in?" I voiced. "13 and science," "12 and science too... Takin' all three?" I wanted to know him better. All in fact, maybe I could finally have some company while I smoke and chill. My friends don't smoke, they don't even drink or eat supper. Teen life huh? They're stuck in that cell all day long with a too-good-to-be-true healthy life. "Nope, took business in place of biology." "Ah- me too. I took geography instead of physics. So what made you change your smoke spot?" "Sun's getting wild as summer comes," "I see. At least I can get company now," I state, and he chuckles at this comment. "I'm (c/n). You?" He sticks his hand out for a shake. "(y/n)," "Pretty name" he mumbles. "What?" I swore I heard him say something. "Lunch?" "Sure."