The brunette ignored the warnings, putting the cigarette to her lips and taking a sharp inhale. The burn felt good. She watched as her friend rolled their eyes, a smug smirk creeping onto her lips. Who were they to tell her what to do. “Can you calm down?” She breathed out, smoke flowing from her lips. “It’s not like I’m making you smoke one.” But maybe her friend was right, she hadn’t had one in so long. She had been so good. And just maybe there was a twinge of guilt as she took another drag. 

truth be told, sutton didn’t have the slightest clue if she believed the male that stood in front of her at the moment — or if she’d be deemed STUPID for having trust in him, yet again. but she wanted to, so badly. she wanted to have hope that maybe once his excuse was the truth. but on so many occasions he had stumbled in later than late, spewing excuses in attempts to please her. there was a reason the brunette didn’t focus on getting attached to people. “whatever, i’m sure you had some viable and valid reason.     or you’ll think of one.”