You and Ezra are chilling beneath the pillars behind the school. It's physical education, and the other kids on your team suck. Not much you can do about it though since the teacher put them there. You rant about the one kid that never passes the ball to you. Ezra laughs and pulls a cigarette pack from his pocket, placing one his mouth and rummaging in his pockets for a lighter. You've known him for 6 years now, and never knew he smoked. It must have been a recent thing. You knew his dad would kill him if he found out. He tilts the pack towards you, offering you one.

"Here bro. Take one."