Average girl

Amelia is an average girl. Average knowledge, average looks. But yet, she doesn't have many friends. She is sweet and caring and absolutely adores everybody. She tries her best not to judge the people she meets, and that is what got her in this situation. When a new student starts at the start of the school year, she is quick to jump head in on trying to make the person feel comfortable. Yet what happens when this new student is the bad boy Blake Harris? Does the magic sparkle or will they even be friends?

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3. The parking lot

As soon as we were out of view from the field, Blake started pulling me towards the parking lot. 

"What are you doing? This is not the way to the nurse"
"We aren't going to the nurse, at least not yet." he responded. I tried to pull away from him or steer us back towards school, but supporting on only one leg it was hard to do anything to a 185-ish cm tall strong guy. When we reached passed the parking lot and off school property, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. It was a red color with the name Marlboro written across it. 
"What do you think you're doing?!"
Lighting up the cigarette, while still supporting me, he answered: "I am allowed, as long as I am not on school grounds. Besides, everyone is at class now. Do you want one?"

I shook my head in disgust. "Never have I ever and never will I ever. It's really bad for you!"
"Oh come on Amelia, live a little. You don't always have to be so stuck up". The way he pronounced my name sent butterflies flying through my wreckage of a body. I looked up at him, the cigarette in his hand. 
"I guess it wouldn't hurt if I tried it. I mean I have never heard anyone dying from trying it."

I grabbed the cigarette from his hands and put it to my lips. The smell wasn't as bad as I assumed, but once the smoke hit my airways when I inhaled, I started coughing like a person with a lung infection. 
"How do you do that?" I stumbled out through coughs. 
"like this" he said and took the cigarette back and inhaled deeply. I was waiting for the coughs, or at least some sort of cry for help from his lungs, but there was no reaction. He just exhaled and a small cloud of smoke descended from his mouth. Maybe his lungs had already given up, probably because he seemed like a pro. 
"It's just so gross. I've heard kissing a smoker tastes like licking an ashtray!"
"Do you want to test that theory out for yourself?" He asked with a sparkling white smile.
"Of course not! I don't kiss with people I just met! I think you are hanging out with the wrong girl" I couldn't stop thinking about it, now he mentioned it. I mean could it really be so much worse than that one time in grade 10, when we were playing spin the bottle at a party, I was mistakenly invited to because someone in our year was called Aly, which is my most known nickname. I was picked for 7 minutes in heaven with Tom. He is a nice guy and all, but he has almost every allergy in the world and on top of that he gave me a cold sore, so everyone thought we had gotten herpes. The kiss didn't even last that long but it was so filled with drool and snot that when he pulled away, his braces cut my lip and my face was covered in his facial fluids. It gave me a chill and for a second, I felt Blake pull me a tad bit closer, as if to keep me warm. I could feel his warmth through his oversized hoodie and it comforted me, and shot Tom back into the back of my mind where he belonged. 

Blake put out the cigarette and put it into the bin. I stared at him confused, he didn't seem to be the type of person who was concerned about the environment.
"Deleting the evidence" He said, pushing his shoulders up a bit as if even he didn't believe it.

Then he looked me straight into the eyes and said: "Let’s get you to the nurse"
Suddenly I found myself back in his arms, and although I complained and asked him to put me down, he just kept saying that this was much quicker and he didn't have time to drag me all the way there. So I stopped complaining and gave instructions.

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