Bad boy x emo boy

Rumors always speard about you. Like how you sell drugs and can talk to ghosts. People avoid you because of it. But none of those rumors compare to what they say about Kayson. -It was break time, and you decide to spend it outside under the bleachers. Listening to music and using your backpack as a pillow, you close your eyes, trying to get some rest. You suddenly smell the scent of cigarettes. Opening your eyes, you look up and see someone sitting above you, smoking.