He wasn’t sure that was her at first, she looks different outside of school, hair loose and her skirt far shorter than it had any business being. Nice stems though. He nearly calls that out to her but considers against it at the last moment. He figures she’d be less likely to address him if he led with something fresh. He settles for something almost innocent. 

Another town, another shit high school, really were any of them different? He doubts it and it’s why he’s sitting alone in a dark stairwell with a cancer stick hanging between fingers. Class? What class? He skips as many as possible. Wasn’t like they taught him anything he didn’t already know. Wasn’t like they teach him anything he should know. Naw. They just filled their heads with fluff and nonsense and shoved them head first into the world. Unprepared.  Assholes. 

Not like he expected anything but he still held onto hope something would change. Keep hoping, kiddo, he scolds himself and takes a drag from the burning disease he was smoking. 

He’s a little startled to hear the door open and he glances up with amused expression, blowing out smoke as a brow quirks. “Greetings. Welcome to hellhall.”