EJ
I blew the smoke of my cigarette out my nose as I looked up to the sky. Shit weather. Shit temperature. Shit life. You would think for once there could be some sun but nope. Just rain and more rain. Someone would wonder, what the fuck was I doing out by the balcony in the middle of a drizzle?
I didn't know either. The science of my cigarette still being on also baffled me but I wasn't going to argue with science. I failed enough times to know I stood no chance.
Demyan and Malia were giggling downstairs like love sick puppies. He was cheating on her but there she was loving him anyway. Meanwhile I still didn't understand why Connor wouldn't pick up my calls or answer my texts. He pretty much ignored me at practice which wasn't nice.
It was quite shite actually.
