It had been a tiresome day, you couldn’t deny. Both you and Jesiah, one of your closest friends, were sat on the school rooftop, cigarettes between either of your fingers while you conversed between yourselves.

“Pass me the lighter.” Jesiah grunted out, shooting you an expecting look and holding out the palm of his hand. With a roll of your eyes, you shook your head and refused, teasing him for forgetting his.

This had clearly pissed him off, because without warning, he took your chin and tilted your face up to meet his, using the tip of your cigarette to light his own. How bold of him.