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Post by Poe on Jul 1, 2011 22:10:25 GMT -5
its just too bad...
you've already had the best days
of your life
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He really shouldn't be here. In fact, if anyone else happened to walk in on him, he'd be screwed. But what better place to let off some stress where no one would expect to look for a young man, and no boy would even be blamed? After all, who would think a boy would be in the women's restrooms smoking something he'd found in the woods? The idea itself was preposterous. No one that was lucky enough, rich enough, handsome enough to be in a clique such as the Handsome Eyes would do something so ridiculously stupid. Would they?
Of course not.
Why risk the carefully built up reputation on something that only helps your muscles relax for a few minutes. Or on something that cost quite a bit of your pocketbook?
Nigel Hendrick was sick, however, of having to look so put together all of the time. Well, he was incredibly put together, but sometimes it was nice to just take a deep breath and forget about all the crap he'd been going through.
It wasn't easy trying to be perfect, it wasn't easy keeping that classy look that some girls went rather gooey over, and it wasn't easy not slipping and faling and messing up when you were constantly under the surveillance of the Handsome Eye's leader and Best Friend. Just look at what happened to that Kurtis Lowe character, pft he didn't end up well at all, now did he?
No, Nigel cared too much about his reputation to do something this stupid in public, at least.
Cracking his neck, Nigel stepped silently into the girls bathroom, having looked, fervently, both ways down the hall. He shut the door, as quietly as he could, leaning against it, both hands pressed flat against the wood, and breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God. There was no one in here, and as far as he could tell, no one had come poking their noses out into the hallway, as if having heard him.
With no way to lock the door, Nigel turned around slowly, backing away from the door with his hands raised, counting to ten before shaking himself loose and quietly pulling the rolled paper and leaves out of his pocket.
The damn gyp he had bought this from had charged him an arm and a leg. It was ridiculous, and if it didn't work, there would definitely be hell to pay.
Nigel crossed from the first stall to the window, looking around again as he propped it open just enough to let the smoke escape. Thankfully, the ladies lavatory faced to south side of the school, and the back, the grounds that were generally least occupied, as they butt up against the woods. Pulling a matchbook from his pocket, he lifted his foot to run the match's red head against the sole, lifting it to the rolled paper now settled between his lips. Taking a small, happy breath, Nigel allowed himself to slump against the wall, hand resting on the windowsill to dangle the drug out.
"This is just what I needed," he said quietly to himself as he let the objects in the bathroom before him get a little blurry. "Perfect."
Now hopefully, no one decided to rain on his little parade. |
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