You hated school. School was the worst. Especially now that you had just moved to a whole new state. California. It was always so hot. But it was whatever. You hoped you wouldn't be there long.

You walked into school, smoking a cigarette like usual. But today, Tate was around to see you. He always purposely made your life a living hell. He always teased you and bullied you for no reason. It was just because you were new. When he saw you come in, he smirked to himself and walked over.

"Those things could kill you, yknow."

He said, trying to act all friendly. He did this a lot. He'd act like you two were friends, but then when you were mostly alone, he'd practically beat the shit out of you. You hated that. You hated him. He was awful.