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This time it's from Heath's POV (kinda).
Enjoy!
Heath seemed to stare at the girl who rolled her eyes at him during his little stunt in AP Mathematics III. She had finally caught his attention in the repetitive and dull classes he'd been instructed to take. Who was she? Some preppy posh rich kid? Duh. But she seemed different than the other kids he made fun of. She had long brown hair so dark you could mistake it for black. She had brown eyes and a slim face, but totally not anorexic looking. Honestly, she was kinda hot. Heath just hoped that she didn't have that Mean Girls complex.
By the time lunch rolled around he could say that it was one of his particularly favorite subjects. Although waiting in line for the gourmet food was going to get old, he couldn't help but be impressed at the quality of food they gave to its students. Today they seemed to have either roast pork loin or braised beef shoulder with choices of either garlic mashed potatoes, delicate and sweet pickled julianned radish and carrot salad, and other fancy choices with either a sparkling juice, overly expensive sparkling water or more common soda.
Heath took his tray and sat outside near the Brentwood Gardens, observing the fountain and occupying flower beds around it.
It looked nice and all, but it really wasn't his style. Flowers were ncice except they were hell on his allergies. Heath tasted his food, and although delicious, was way to rich for his liking. It tasted healthy. He'd honestly rather have a Big Mac from McDonalds. He neglected his plate and wandered about taking in the lavish view of Brentwood.
He wandered a bit before scaling a kinda tall brick wall, sitting on the top of it. He grumbled as he fetched thesmall canteen of smokes from his back , which he kinda been sitting on all day. He pulled the small silver container from his back pocket and opened it to reveal his papers and his lighter. underneath the first layer was his compartment for the tobacco. One one side was the tobacco the other was with cannabis.
He took the tobacco out and proceeded to roll it. He licked the glue and pressed it so it'll hold, then promptly lit and took a heavenly drag from his cigarette.
At that moment of exhaling, someone decided to snitch on him, and proceeded to tell the disciplinary committee, who was sitting todaether in the cafeteria. Eyes closed, savoring the effect of nicotine Heath didn't realized a disciplinary member approaching his way.
"You're not supposed to do that. You're breaking two rules, scaling the wall, and smoking within the premises."
Heath opened his eyes to stare at no other than the girl who rolled her eyes at him during class.
"Well, hello beautiful." Heath smirked as he took another drag, ignoring her statement, swinging his leg.
"I said you aren't allowed to do that." Alica said already irritated, crossing her arms.
"Says who?" Heath said smoke escaping from his nose.
"Leader of the Disciplinary Committee." Alica said, looking up at him. "Aren't you underage to smoke?"
"Who here really honestly abide by the rules." Heath said sarcastically, eyeing her from above.
"I do." Alica clarified.
"Sucks to be you."
"Stop smoking, I'm serious."
" I'm sure you are darling. Turn around, can't report what you don't see. It helps me be less tense."
"How did you get up there? The wall is at least six and a half feet high."
"It's seven toots, and I'm six feet, not that hard by my standards. And I wanted a view." Heath raised his brow,, taking the longest drag, finishing the cigarette, and extinguishing the butt before jumping down. He blew out the smoke through his nose.
"Thanks for the smoke break. Thanks Alica." Heath said as he walked by her.
"How do you know my name? I never told you."
" On your nametag, later tater."