Blayne's girl, what she's known as, or Katie, on her birth certificate, was the head cheerleader here.
Usually, I avoided cheerleaders, because they're bitches. But now that I'm with Blayne and his crew, it was like they couldn't get enough of me.
"I never knew Noah could be such a cutie." Said the cheerleader who last week laughed at my unzipped pants.
I blushed. "Thanks."
Blayne gave me a look that said, 'Cool guys don't blush.'
Blayne started to pass around a pack of cigarettes, it went to Zach, who took one, then to Cory, who took one, then it came to me. I stared at it for a moment before taking a white cylinder from the package. They all passed around a lighter. I lit mine and inhaled its toxins.
I coughed a little at first, and then my lungs slowly burned on the inside.
"Is that your first time smoking a cig?" Katie asked.
"No, no. It's just been a while." I took another puff from it.
"We're going to the library tonight, do you ladies want to come?" Zach asked the other cheerleaders.
"Sure." They smirked.
"Oh, cool. I need to get a new book anyway." I smiled with excitement.
They all looked at me like I had grown a third eye.
Cory elbowed me in the ribs and the cheerleaders giggled collectively.
It was like they did everything collectively.