How you ended up here you truly didn't know.

The rain pelting against the roof over the bus stop, in the middle of the night, laying across the bench with your head in the lap of the new guy at your school, sharing a cigarette between you as you watch the rain splash against the pavement.

It truly was a mystery. But one that you didn't really feel like thinking too hard about in the comfortable silence.

His gaze turns down to you, the light of the cigarette illuminating his face slightly as he takes another drag.

"What're you looking at?"

He asks with that familiar cocky smirk, raising a brow at you.