living with his aunt, but I didn’t want to pry and ask why he didn’t
live with his parents.
He laughed. “I’m not transferring. I was excluded from my
last school,” he said, shrugging as if it was no big deal as he pulled his hood
up and then pulled out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket.
I eyed him warily. He wouldn’t smoke on school grounds,
would he? Surely he was just after a reaction from me. “What were you excluded
for?” I asked curiously.
He grinned. “The final straw was smoking, but I was hanging
by a thread for fighting and skipping class before that,” he muttered, pulling
out a cigarette and offering me the packet.
I shook my head and frowned at him. “You got excluded for
smoking? That kind of seems a little harsh,” I admitted.
He shrugged. “Yeah, it didn’t help that I forgot to stub out
my butt properly and the carpet in the English block caught fire,” he replied
indifferently. I gulped at his words. As I opened my mouth to speak, he pulled
a silver lighter from his pocket, flicked the flame on and cupped his hand
around it as he brought the tip of his cigarette to it. I gasped in shock that he
was seriously lighting up in the school, especially after what happened in his
last one.
I ripped the freshly lit cigarette from between his lips and
stubbed it out onto the bench, looking around to make sure no one saw. “What
the hell are you doing?” I hissed, glaring at him.
He frowned at me angrily, but didn’t say anything, just
pulled out another one and lit it. I snatched it out of his mouth and stubbed
that one out too. He was really angry now, his jaw tight as his eyes seemed to
hold a burning passion in them that actually made me flinch. I glared back at
him. Neither of us spoke as he calmly got another from the packet. Before he
could even flick the flame on his lighter I grabbed the packet and his unlit
one from his hand, put it on the table and poured the rest of my drink onto
them.
He jumped up in shock and dived for the packet, flicking the
water from it. “What the hell are you doing? Are you stupid or something?” he
shouted, his whole body tensing up as he scowled at me.
I calmly stood up and nodded. “Yeah, I’m the stupid one. I’m
the one who set fire to my old school and got kicked out. I’m the one who’s
repeating senior year because I couldn’t be bothered to turn up and go to
class. I’m the one that actually pays to put poison inside my body because I
think it looks cool. Absolutely I’m stupid,” I stated sarcastically.
He stared at me for a couple of seconds before a smile
twitched at the corner of his mouth, then he broke out into a full smile. I
frowned, a little confused at the sudden change in mood. “There was me having
you pegged for a little pushover girl who wouldn’t say boo to a goose and
wouldn’t in a million years stand up for herself. I guess I was wrong, huh?” He
regarded me almost proudly.
I frowned. I’d never met anyone as confusing as this guy.
One minute he behaved like a jackass, and the next he was being nice, I
literally couldn’t keep up with him. I had a feeling that most of this was an
act to get a reaction from people, maybe he liked the attention.
“I guess you did,” I muttered, my voice a little weaker now.
“Anyway, the bell’s about to ring so maybe we should think about getting you to
your next class. I assume you are going to class?” I asked, raising one eyebrow
at him curiously. It wouldn’t have surprised me if he’d walked out of school as
soon as the tour finished.
He cocked his head to the side. “Do I have any classes with
you?”
I nodded and pulled out his schedule. “Two. Both after
lunch.”
A wicked smile crossed his face. “Then I guess I’m sticking
around, wouldn’t miss the opportunity to piss you off for the world,” he
stated, laughing quietly as I glared at him. I grabbed my bag and walked off
without waiting for him, I headed in the direction of his history
live with his parents.
He laughed. “I’m not transferring. I was excluded from my
last school,” he said, shrugging as if it was no big deal as he pulled his hood
up and then pulled out a packet of cigarettes from his pocket.
I eyed him warily. He wouldn’t smoke on school grounds,
would he? Surely he was just after a reaction from me. “What were you excluded
for?” I asked curiously.
He grinned. “The final straw was smoking, but I was hanging
by a thread for fighting and skipping class before that,” he muttered, pulling
out a cigarette and offering me the packet.
I shook my head and frowned at him. “You got excluded for
smoking? That kind of seems a little harsh,” I admitted.
He shrugged. “Yeah, it didn’t help that I forgot to stub out
my butt properly and the carpet in the English block caught fire,” he replied
indifferently. I gulped at his words. As I opened my mouth to speak, he pulled
a silver lighter from his pocket, flicked the flame on and cupped his hand
around it as he brought the tip of his cigarette to it. I gasped in shock that he
was seriously lighting up in the school, especially after what happened in his
last one.
I ripped the freshly lit cigarette from between his lips and
stubbed it out onto the bench, looking around to make sure no one saw. “What
the hell are you doing?” I hissed, glaring at him.
He frowned at me angrily, but didn’t say anything, just
pulled out another one and lit it. I snatched it out of his mouth and stubbed
that one out too. He was really angry now, his jaw tight as his eyes seemed to
hold a burning passion in them that actually made me flinch. I glared back at
him. Neither of us spoke as he calmly got another from the packet. Before he
could even flick the flame on his lighter I grabbed the packet and his unlit
one from his hand, put it on the table and poured the rest of my drink onto
them.
He jumped up in shock and dived for the packet, flicking the
water from it. “What the hell are you doing? Are you stupid or something?” he
shouted, his whole body tensing up as he scowled at me.
I calmly stood up and nodded. “Yeah, I’m the stupid one. I’m
the one who set fire to my old school and got kicked out. I’m the one who’s
repeating senior year because I couldn’t be bothered to turn up and go to
class. I’m the one that actually pays to put poison inside my body because I
think it looks cool. Absolutely I’m stupid,” I stated sarcastically.
He stared at me for a couple of seconds before a smile
twitched at the corner of his mouth, then he broke out into a full smile. I
frowned, a little confused at the sudden change in mood. “There was me having
you pegged for a little pushover girl who wouldn’t say boo to a goose and
wouldn’t in a million years stand up for herself. I guess I was wrong, huh?” He
regarded me almost proudly.
I frowned. I’d never met anyone as confusing as this guy.
One minute he behaved like a jackass, and the next he was being nice, I
literally couldn’t keep up with him. I had a feeling that most of this was an
act to get a reaction from people, maybe he liked the attention.
“I guess you did,” I muttered, my voice a little weaker now.
“Anyway, the bell’s about to ring so maybe we should think about getting you to
your next class. I assume you are going to class?” I asked, raising one eyebrow
at him curiously. It wouldn’t have surprised me if he’d walked out of school as
soon as the tour finished.
He cocked his head to the side. “Do I have any classes with
you?”
I nodded and pulled out his schedule. “Two. Both after
lunch.”
A wicked smile crossed his face. “Then I guess I’m sticking
around, wouldn’t miss the opportunity to piss you off for the world,” he
stated, laughing quietly as I glared at him. I grabbed my bag and walked off
without waiting for him, I headed in the direction of his history
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