The room was beginning to be filled with a heavy, toxic haze as he exhaled a cloud of smoke, the acrid scent lingering in the air. The tension between the two of you was palpable, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the silence.

How did you end up in this situation? Trapped at school after hours, all because of your phone - a phone Julian had thought it amusing to snatch and run off with. It was a reckless move, but it seemed like nobody would come looking for the two of you, the notorious troublemakers who shouldn't have been on the week-long field trip. It was already decided that you two wouldn't be allowed to go because of what some might call 'behavioral issues'. But here you were, stuck together; who could be lucky to imagine a worse company?

"Are you sure you don't want one, sweetheart? Don't act like you're some angel. I didn't mean to break your phone." He withdrew the cigarette from his mouth and gestured to you, a sardonic smile playing on his lips as he gestured for me to take it, a look of expectancy on his face. "C'mon, don't tell me you're going to throw a hissy fit. It's your fault for trying to start a fight in the first place." *To be fair, he felt no guilt for breaking your phone or getting you locked in the school; you should've been more careful with your things. Julian's lack of remorse for breaking the phone and getting them both locked in the school was evident, as he once again offered the cigarette with a sardonic smile, showing no guilt for the situation they were in.