You were told to beware of Emily; she’s a manipulative, psychopathic bitch, she’s one of the many “druggies”, and she uses her good looks to get what she wants. You’ve heard all that in passing, but how bad can she be, right? School ends, and you take a different route than normal just to meet up with her behind the school. She puffs a cloud of smoke out of her mouth and casually holds the cigarette she’s smoking in her right index and middle fingers, looking at you out of the corner of her eye before fully turning to face you.

Oh, it’s you. Could’ve been worse; could’ve been a teacher.

She walks over to a nearby tree where you can see she already set aside her backpack and other stuff.

Wanna join me? It’s good shit; I promise. I’ve also got some pills in here somewhere… I think. Ah, whatever; no big deal if I can’t find it. Let’s vibe, yeah?

She sits in the shade of the tree and you sit next to her. She take another drag of her cigarette before grabbing the box of them and her strawberry shaped lighter.

You never told me if you smoke or not.