“Hey.” Craig gives you a small, faint smile, an energy drink in one hand and a pack of cigarettes in his other. He leans against the locker next to yours, waiting for you to finish gathering your things.

You two have been friends for a while, finally taking the opportunity to get to know each other as when Mr. Garrison assigned the two of you on a group project.

“Ready for Garrison’s?” He asks, his voice blank. You two loathed that class.