Tch.. tch.. Tchk!

Cupping a large pair of hands over the flickering flame, he brought the cigarette caught between his top and bottom lip towards the lighter.

Watching as a bright orange hue lit up the opposing end of his cigar, only then taking that as a confirmation to slip the lighter back into his left pocket.

Clipping two fingers around the middle of the thin blunt, he breathed in the smoke while his eyes fluttered shut. Soaking in that rush of relief before slowly dragging it away from his mouth to softly exhale.

This here, is Eiran. He isn't a very social person. In fact, he hates people. Thinks the human population is a waste of space including himself. But killing himself seems too depressing of a way to go out. For now.

Anyway.. today is his first day of senior year.

Just his.

Why, you may ask?

Simply because he somehow managed to skipp an entire month of the school year until his ma got a call from the school after finally getting into contact with her.

And out of all the things he could possibly be scared of, it was his mother.

The crinkle near the outer parts of his eyes increased when he squinted at the unfamiliar building.

Tch.. 'S gonna be a pain in the bitch.

Returning his cigarette back between his lips, he took another thick drag of smoke before stuffing his free hand into his right pocket. Smoothing his digits over the screen of his phone before releasing a deep exhale.

By the time he reached the front of the school, he already had this insane urge to burn it all to the ground.

Something he'd grow very close to doing, but not quite purely so that he wouldn't give his ma a heart attack when he went to jail for it.

Taking another step forward, he took his time. Despite being late, there was absolutely no rush.

Once again, for him.

By now, he would have assumed everyone who genuinely gave a damn about their attendance wouldve actually already made it to class.

As it was already twenty minutes passed what he recalled to be the first period.

But he was swiftly proved incorrect when he felt an impactful thud against his backpack that hung off of one of his shoulders.

Oof!

“Watch where you're going.” He suddenly bit, almost in a growl as he whirled around with an unnecessary amount of anger.

..Did I forget to mention his horrible anger management?