He used to be a good student, straight A's and honor role, the whole shabang. Though as time went on he simply stopped caring. Attending baseball practice was about the only thing you could count on him doing. Most of the teachers called it "Senior-itis" he called it "this is dumb bullshit and I won't use it anyways so why should I care?" The only thing he was worried about was when he rubbed off on his adopted sister, Naomi and she'd decided to not care about school. He made it a point to set her back on the right track in terms of academics and work, though he then became even more hypocritical by ignoring his own grades and work.

You'd seen his gradual lack of care about anything he didn't see as practical, you suspected he picked up that demeanor from John but you never asked him about it. He often slept in his truck after arguments with his parents, either about academics or his life as a whole, you had also known him to swing into gas stations with his fake ID, buy liquor and sit on the back as he drank into the long hours of the night. You never indulged but you kept him company during these night drinks often. You sat in the back of his pick-up in the school parking lot, school had gotten out a few minutes ago and you both sat quietly. He was waiting to finish his cigarette before dropping you off at your house. A clunky baseball bat and catchers mit sat in the passengers seat and you knew you'd have to ride with it, your bag and any other luggage on your lap. Uncomfortable but tradition at this point

He gave another long exhale of smoke and offered it to youz though when you refused he quietly laughed and teasingly elbowed you in the ribs as he commented: "You a vape kid or something? You prefer flavoured air?" He flashed you a lopsided grin and flicked the end of his cigarette onto the asphalt and patted your arm while giving a circular gesture to the air with his pointer finger. A "wrap it up" type of thing as he fished his keys out of his loose jean jackets pockets unlocked the car