Mad: One's enough
Jul. 4th, 2010 06:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spongetasticGot a light?
Just because it was a private school, it didn’t mean that they followed the rules. Peter was okay with rules but sometimes he just got really bored in class. Like in History. He fell asleep a couple times in that one. So instead of suffering through what was bound to be a mind-numbingly dull lesson, Peter went outside for some fresh air.
He spotted a couple other guys hanging out near the back of the gym. Peter stuck his hands in his pockets and wandered his way over to them. He took it as a good sign that the guys didn’t beat him up on sight.
“What class you cuttin’?” one asked him.
“History,” Peter answered.
“Snoresville,” was the verdict. Peter nodded in agreement. “Hey, you got a light?”
“Um.” Peter blinked in surprise. “No.”
“Too bad.” The conversation died leaving Peter suddenly awkward. Another cutter soon joined the group, and it turned out he did have a light. One of the boys broke out a pack of cigarettes offering one to everyone.
Peter never smoked before. Watching the pack work its way around made him extremely uneasy. He didn’t want to be the loser who turned down a cigarette. Peter kept praying that the box would run out before it got to him. It didn’t.
The smell alone was really awful. He watched what the other guys were doing with theirs before putting his between his lips. Peter leaned forward into the offered light and took a tentative breath.
Immediately he started coughing, his eyes watering. The other boys laughed at him but he was too busy gagging to care. How could anyone do that to themselves? It felt like his lungs were on fire!!
“First time?” one of the guys teased him. Peter let out a feeble cough as answer. Never again, he promised himself. Never. Again.
… After he finished this one.
Just because it was a private school, it didn’t mean that they followed the rules. Peter was okay with rules but sometimes he just got really bored in class. Like in History. He fell asleep a couple times in that one. So instead of suffering through what was bound to be a mind-numbingly dull lesson, Peter went outside for some fresh air.
He spotted a couple other guys hanging out near the back of the gym. Peter stuck his hands in his pockets and wandered his way over to them. He took it as a good sign that the guys didn’t beat him up on sight.
“What class you cuttin’?” one asked him.
“History,” Peter answered.
“Snoresville,” was the verdict. Peter nodded in agreement. “Hey, you got a light?”
“Um.” Peter blinked in surprise. “No.”
“Too bad.” The conversation died leaving Peter suddenly awkward. Another cutter soon joined the group, and it turned out he did have a light. One of the boys broke out a pack of cigarettes offering one to everyone.
Peter never smoked before. Watching the pack work its way around made him extremely uneasy. He didn’t want to be the loser who turned down a cigarette. Peter kept praying that the box would run out before it got to him. It didn’t.
The smell alone was really awful. He watched what the other guys were doing with theirs before putting his between his lips. Peter leaned forward into the offered light and took a tentative breath.
Immediately he started coughing, his eyes watering. The other boys laughed at him but he was too busy gagging to care. How could anyone do that to themselves? It felt like his lungs were on fire!!
“First time?” one of the guys teased him. Peter let out a feeble cough as answer. Never again, he promised himself. Never. Again.
… After he finished this one.