His Cigarettes

1) His Cigarettes

"Blake! Get your ass down here!" I screamed up to my brother as I watched the movers unpack the last of our stuff into the living room. He trotted down the stairs and stood next to me, arms crossed, and surveyed the room.

"It's looks exactly how it did at the old house." He shrugged.

"Good." I looked at Blake, 5'11, face as thin as death, and black hair that framed his glasses. He looked down at me and smiled his unbelievably crooked smile. For a dork, he was still extremely attractive. But he was my brother, my 18 year old brother, my GAY 18 year old brother.

I thanked the movers as they left and followed them outside. I looked up and down the street, at the huge houses and green front lawns. I wondered if their homes were as empty as ours.

My mother was some top notch brain surgeon, and she just got transferred here to Georgia. I was thrilled to move, I hated that place. I hopped in my truck and drove into town, I drove to the Barnes and Noble that I'd seen on the way in. It was a little strip mall, with a bunch of teenage stores like American Eagle with benches and fountains everywhere. It was nice and quiet. Walking in, I smelled coffee, so I walked to the back and noticed a Starbucks.

The kid behind the counter stuttered as he asked me what I wanted. I smirked and interrupted him, "Black. Just a black coffee."

"Um, your name Miss?"

"Savannah." I turned away from him and looked at a section of books on the counter close by, "Looking For Alaska" by John Green, perfect. I picked it up just as my name was called, my coffee was ready. Sitting at a table near the back, I sipped my coffee and read.

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By the time I had finished my coffee, teenagers were starting to come in. My phone said it was about 8. I guess this is where people hung out on Sunday afternoons.

Laying the book back on the counter, I walked outside for a smoke. I leaned against the brick wall, a little ways from the Barnes and Noble, and pulled out my pack. I only had one left, the one flipped upside down, my lucky cigarette. Lighting it, I closed my eyes as I breathed it in. Damn I liked smoking.

People were everywhere, street lamps were on and fountains were lit up. It was pretty to watch. And that's what I did, until a group of kids in skinny jeans and band t-shirts walked by. They were loud, laughing and cursing, probably 5 or 6 of them, but the one in the back drew my attention. He was tall, at least 6'5, he was lean with black hair that reached his ears. He wasn't loud like they were, he seemed withdrawn, like he barely noticed he was there. I guess he felt me starring because he turned his head towards me and his eyes met mine. It was too dark to tell but I'm sure his eyes were black.

A girl in front of him waved a hand in front of his face and yelled to get his attention, he didn't seem to notice. I looked away first and started walking down the path away from them.

"Hey!" I heard someone yell. "Are you new here?" I kept walking.

"Hey, wait up." He sounded closer now and I felt a hand grab my wrist. I spun and ripped my wrist from his grasp, punching him in the side of the face with my left hand, the cigarette still dangling from my lips. He groaned and cradled his face in his hands, he was one of the guys from the group.

"Don't fucking touch me." I sneered and looked over his shoulder. The rest of them were staring at me shocked, but none of them dared to help him. Except for the black eyed boy, who was walking carelessly up to us, a slight smile on his lips.

"Sorry, but he thinks he can get any girl he see's." He looked me in the eyes, "No matter how young." I glared at him.

He pushed the kid back, "Isn't that right Chris?" He laughed. "Sorry," He said as he pushed past, "We don't play with children."

"I'm 17." I said sternly.

"Maybe you should act like it then." He didn't look back as he said it, he just kept on walking, his friends trailing behind. Okay sure, maybe it had been a little ignorant of me to hit him, but he surprised me! One of the girls bumped against me as she passed, purposely, so I growled at her. She flinched back and hurried to catch up with her friends.

I watched until they disappeared into a store. Lucky cigarette my ass, I put it out on a post as I walked to my car.

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