"What are we doing? " I asked, my voice shaking slightly.
"Nothing much. " he pulled a lighter from his pocket. "Smoke?"
Me? Smoke? No way, my mum would kill me. "I don't, no. "
"Don't wanna try one?" He blew out rings of smoke, one try, it couldn't hurt. Just this once.
"Well, " I hesitated. " Yeah, why not. "
"You sure?" He asked, sounding surprised.
" it's only normal stuff right?"
"Normal stuff? Oh it's not drugs if you're thinking that. "
I was thinking that.
"Okay, yeah go on. " He passed me a cigarette and lighter.
"Don't burn yourself. "
"I won't, okay. " We both smiled.
So, there we were. I was smoking, well choking mainly, with a guy I've never even met, before school started. This was a good day, I could feel It.
"So, Alex, how old are you?" I asked between breaths.
"I'm 17," he replied, leaning against the wall. "And you? You're not like 12 right?"
I struggled to find a problem with being 12, I loved being under 13.
"Why? Would you have a problem with that?"
"I'd have a problem knowing that I told a 12 year old to smoke. "
"Ah, now I get your point. And I'm 15. "
"Well, we're about 10 minutes late for school, before we go, what's your name beautiful?"
Beautiful. I got called beautiful by a 17 year old boy. This was amazing.
"Maya," he pulled me closer to him, almost into a hug, and whispered in my ear,"sorry, mates up there don't like me smoking with random girls, but meet me here, right after school, we can get to know each other, now walk that way, quickly."
"Okay, bye" I whispered.
"Bye," he repeated.
And that was how I got my first meeting with the head teacher, for being 10 minutes late, on my first day.