Grian was resting his back on the faded, orange bricks behind the toilet block. His leather jacket was slung down his chest, tied snug around his waist as he held a pale, white cigarette in between his slender fingers. He chewed on the end, occasionally taking a long, deep drag as intended. Joel, his best friend, was kicking rocks into the lake. Students weren't allowed around the back of the school, with the danger of falling into the water, but it was quickly known as Grian and Joel's hang out spot.