That day was doomed to be hopeless before it even began. The day before, late in the evening, you remembered, that you had to do an assignment for your English class. It was due next day and was supposedly the most important thing for the grade on this subject, so it had to be done. Because of that, you got to sleep not even late, but early in the morning, so, of course, you overslept. You were so tired, that you fell asleep on the first period, therefore you were scolded and ordered to stay after classes as a penalty. During lunch break, you realized that in the morning you were in so much rush, that you not only haven't had breakfast, but forgot to take any money for the meal in school. As if it wasn't enough to be hungry, during the last period your stomach started to express it's displeasure with loud grumbling, so everyone laughed at you. After school ended, you stayed to help ordering books in library and you accidentally made a whole content of a shelf fall down on the floor. Therefore, your detention took even longer.
After you got back home, you changed from your uniform, brutally devoured something random to silence your hunger and rushed to your room. You wanted to throw yourself on the bed, scream into the pillow and forget about that god forsaken day. But you caught a glance of something, that made you change your mind. On your desk, right next to the computer, a note was placed, together with small, white, tubular object. You walked up to the desk, to check the note.
You overslept and forgot your money. I know, you'll need this.
(sister's name)
You picked up a cigarette attached to the piece of paper and smiled at it. Your older sister somehow always knew the times, when you needed your calming ritual, that consisted of smoking a cigarette. You walked out of the house and headed in direction of your spot. That spot, was an outside staircase of an abandoned grocery store. It was quite hidden behind the building and a small part of the roof was over it, so you didn't have to worry about someone spotting you. At the same time, you had some nice view at the busy street below. Looking at it was unbreakable from your ritual. You sat on the stairs and lighted up a cigarette with a match. First breathe of smoke felt almost heavenly, as it gently tickled your lungs. You breathed the smoke out and observed mysterious shapes that it formed as it left your lips. You almost felt lighter as the tiny bit of fire at the end of the cigarette was clearing your mind from all the anger. However, that bliss didn't last long. You heard someone walking down the stairs. Sudden panic made it hard to decide, if you should just throw the cigarette away or hide it between your feet. Because of that, you still kept it in your hand when you heard a yawn of the person who now was standing right behind you.
"Ah...?" the intruder seemed just as surprised with your presence, as you were with his. "I know you. You're that chick who fell asleep on first period." He said. It turned out, that he was one of your classmates. A if it wasn't enough, he was the boy, that you had a crush on for quite a long time. The ace of your school's basketball team, Aomine Daiki. "Oi, whatcha hiding there?" He asked as he sat on the stair next to you. "It's going to make your teeth yellow, you know."
"Yeah, I know." you brushed off his obvious statement, trying not to let him notice, that your heart skipped a bit. "Yellow teeth, bad skin, lung cancer and all of the disasters in the world. I heard that already." you said and, like if you wanted to prove your lack of interest in the subject, took another breath.
"Sorry that I have to ask, but I don't really remember your name."
"(First name)." you responded.
"That's your first or last name?"
"First."
"Daiki."
"I know."
"How come?"
"You're not the one to blend with the crowd, you know." you said. What you said was true, hardly anyone in your school didn't knew Aomine's name. It was hard to mistake that muscular, tall, tanned guy with navy blue hair with anyone else.
"You don't seem plain too."
"I'm not. You remembered, that I fell asleep during classes, haven't you?"
"You have a point." he admitted, yawned again and leaned against the stairs behind his back. "So why are you doing this? Smoking, I mean? It's nothing but trouble, after all."
"Why do you care?"
"I don't know. Maybe I'm just curious about it. Or about you."
"About me?"
"Yeah. A girl who sleeps in classes, wears a crop top, smokes and has some nice rack on her. It might be interesting."
"Wait, what?"
"I just said..."
"I heard you. But 'nice rack'? Are you serious?"
"It's a compliment, learn to take one."
"If you said that louder it would be cat calling."
"Whatever. You didn't answer my question."
"Am I obliged to?"
"I answered yours."
"Okay, so..." you paused to take another breath of smoke. "It's calming. Especially here. It makes me forget all the shit around for a moment. Concentrate on breathing..."
"Ah... Didn't you try something less troublesome? Hiding on some dirty staircase, trying to get rid of the smell later and listening to morality talks ain't the easiest thing in the world."
"Sure it isn't." You said as you pushed the bud against the concrete under your feet.
"I was going to ask you if I can try."
"Full of surprises, aren't you? Whatever, I wouldn't let you anyway. Smoking high school athlete is worse than smoking high school girl."
"Right. But I can still taste it."
"You mean...?"
"Stupid..." he said and leaned over you. He kissed you softly, holding up your chin with his fingers. You didn't expect this, so you almost forgot to breathe. As your lips parted, he looked at you with a mischievous smile on his face. "That tasted awful."
"Probably." you replied, not really knowing, what else you could say.
"Well, I guess you're done with your ritual... Want me to walk you home? It's getting dark."
"Yeah, sure..." you stood up from your seat and started to walk down the stairs. You were surprised, when he took your hand into his, as both of you reached the sidewalk, but you said nothing. The two of you walked all the way to your house, not saying a single word. Finally, when you stood next to the gate that led to your front yard, you managed to overcome your overall surprise and say something.
"Thanks for walking me."
"No probs. But you'll have to quit smoking, ya know." he said as he let go of your hand and put his into the pocket of his sweatshirt.
"Eh? Since when you're deciding about what I do with my life?" you scowled, crossing your arms on your chest.
"Well, I don't think I can stand tasting an ashtray every time I kiss my girlfriend."
"Your girlfriend? Someone's feeling ahead. I don't know anything about being one."
"I think you do." he said with a witty smirk. "You would have slapped me when I told you that you have a nice rack if you didn't want to be one."
"Yeah, but I... Oh, damn it, who am I kidding." You sighed and stood up on your toes to kiss him, while wrapping your arms on his neck. He kissed you back, but slightly leaned away right after.
"You really have to quit smoking. " he said, making a disgusted face.
"Oh, shut up."
"(First name), for heaven's sake, where have you been?!" shouted your dad in the exact moment, you closed the front door behind you.
"I have been hanging out with (Best friend's name). I sent you a message, didn't you get it?" you explained. That wasn't entirely a lie. You did text your father that you are going for a walk with your friend, when you were leaving the house. You took out your phone out and showed the history of your messages to your dad.
"Okay." he sighed. "In that case, be sure to call me nex time. I was worried sick."
"M'kay. Can I go now?"
"Yeah." As he left, and you were about to walk to your room, you heard a quiet wolf-whistle behind your back.
"And what was that?" wondered your sister as she leaned her back against the doorway. "I saw that. Since when (Best friend's name) is so much taller than you?" she asked. You mentally facepalmed. You totally forgot, that your sister could see everything that happened at the gate, while just glancing out the window in her bedroom.
"You aren't going to snitch me out, are you?" you asked suspiciously.
"Sure I won't." he grinned. "But now, go to your room, young lady. Kids should be asleep at this hour."