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Chapter 3: Empty Cigarettes

"Here" I murmured, throwing him a towel," Press that against your arm while I find out what the hell" I said, hitting the shitty radio inside this tacky car," What the weather is"

We were inside the car for an hour now, driving only god knows where, but he won't let go of me, I swear, I tried yelling at him, verbal abuse, physical abuse ( I got pissed off when he wouldn't let go of my arm so I punched him, accidentally, I apologized afterwards and brought him some ice cream, which he later spilled on my back seat after claiming about getting dizzy and then passing out) There is something wrong with this kid, he won't talk to me now, well he never did to begin with, no name, no destination, just urging me to drive.

"Is that better?" I asked as he looked at me blankly, he had some how slid his skinny little body into the front seat of my car and was staring me down like death it's self. If his eyes weren't so damn interesting, a multicolored blue with green and golden specks, I would've told him to stop. I remember when I had first came to college in New York I thought it was because I wanted to escape my whole past life at Degrassi. I wanted to just forget about everything and now here this kid is, killing me because he reminds me of myself, and staring the hell out of me.

"Kid, what's your name?" I asked, shifting gears and making a u-turn till we were on some sort of highway. I didn't have anywhere to go and neither did he, so it didn't really matter, our destination that is.

"Paris" He murmured.

"What?"

"Paris"

"Look kid, if you're going to lie at least make the name good. I swear, that's the gayest name I ever heard, I mean, really now-" I paused, ruffling around in my pocket for another cigarette with one hand and keeping one on the wheel," I'm being nice-"

"You punched me!" He stated, hurt.

"You were asking for it, and besides, I got you fucking ice cream, what else do you want?"

He snorted," What am I, three?"

"You act like it." I said as he reached over and grabbed the pack from my pocket without me finding it. He took out one cigarette and then threw the rest out the window.

"What the hell is your problem?" I snapped, glancing in the rear view mirror as the box helplessly floated away in the wind. Well, damnit! I really wanted a smoke.

"Smoking is bad for you" He said timidly as he handed me the one that he took out the box. I snatched it out his hands and sighed, because I think that my lighter was busted when I feel him reach over into my lap and pull out a lighter of his own. It takes a few times before the stick ignites and he sits back down and lowers his eyes to the floor.

"Why do you have a lighter?" I asked, the stick firmly between my lips as my eyes refocused back onto the road, the moonlight shining deceptively in the sky, and now that I think about it, the sky looks like on big cigarette, the moon the lighter, all bright and yellow, and the midnight sky black and cloudy with smoky like gray clouds…

Now I'm really pissed that I don't have that box.

"My mom died from lung cancer" He shrugged," She kept her lighter in her bra, she thought my dad would take it away from her, so she put it there. And after she died she left it in her will that she wanted me to have it. So I kept it"

This time I snorted," You're dad was afraid to go in her bra"

"Dad has issues" He said, looking down at the floor. For the next few minutes we were both silent, him glancing out of the window, paranoia forever written on his face and me glancing at him occasionally, trying to figure out what's going through that little mind of his. It's sort of hard to tell, since his body is so rigid and drawn back, as if one simple blow would crumble him to pieces.

Well…heh, maybe not pieces.

But as my mind was churning away with stupid jokes he caught me glancing at him and cocked his head to the side," What's your name?"

I blinked at him.

What is my name?

Should I tell him my real name?

When was the last time I used my real name?

Back at Degrassi I supposed.

But…I didn't want to lie to him, for whatever stupid reason.

So instead I just said," Don't worry about it. As soon as we stop at the next block you are getting out of my car"

"I can't" He shrugged plainly.

"Really?"

"Yep"

"And why is that?"

"Cause"

"Because what?"

"My dad will be looking for me" He said dully.

"And this is my problem? Kid, we've been driving around for hours, there's no way he would find yo-"

He pointed out the window.

I followed it and glanced to see we were back in the alley and over in the corner his father was still unconscious.

Well, how the fuck did that happen?

"How the fuck did that happen?" I asked, well, snapped.

"You're the one who was driving" He said, looking at his dad and then back at me," Hey, are you a boy or a girl?"

I looked at him, as if insulted," Get the fuck out my car, kid!"

"No!"

"I'm searious!" I warned.

"No!"

"I will punch you again!"

"No you won't!"

"What?"

"No, you won't"

"And why is that?"

"Because you felt bad last time you did it, that's why you got me ice cream" He smiled after he said it," I am not getting out of this car"

"Yes you are"

"You're going to have to kick me out"

"Fine!" I said as I unlocked the door to my side and got out. I was about to kick that kid's ass up and down the block when I heard the car rev up, the ignition hum and the lights come on.

I know he is not stealing my car.

I know he is not stealin-

He's stealing my car!

He backed out of the alley and waved at me through the window before driving off and hitting a lamp post.

I can't believe he just stole my car! And damnit, I have my last cigarette in there!