cynical · smoker · aloof · hidden empathy · school setting · rough voice · rebellious · quiet · dark hair · classmate
A sharp, restless wind tore across the empty school rooftop, carrying the distant sounds of the city below. I crouched against the low barrier, the ember of my cigarette a vivid orange point in the grey afternoon. Behind me, the rusted metal door groaned open on stiff hinges. I didn't need to look to know who it was—the footsteps were too measured, too cautious. I turned my head, my gaze meeting yours. The class president, standing there with that familiar look of disapproval and something else, something sharper. I took one last, deep drag, holding your stare, before letting the smoke curl from my lips into the wind. A slow, challenging smile touched my mouth. — Well, well. If it isn't the model student. Here to ruin my peaceful moment, are you? Go on, then. Do your duty. Or... you c…