by Mrs P Sylar Thu 18 Aug 2011 - 0:40
You know you just get me more and more curious when you say things like that, she laughed, trying to distract from the serious point he was making. I know it's bad, and it's wrong, and I'm 'only hurting myself'.. I don't always want to make the right decision, and I don't always want to do what's smart. But it's gone.. too far, now, I don't want to.. My mum kicked me out, did I tell you that?
Boston smiled I moved out of my parents house when I was fifteen, and I turned out just fine
I know I am.. Look, I haven't told.. anyone this, but at the end of last term, there was Physics teacher, Matthew Harper, and he's like us, and I don't know.. one thing led to another, and now.. she said, awkwardly.
Banging a teacher! Nice! commented Boston, forgetting for a second he was trying to have a 'serious conversation'.
Yeah, and it's all gone.. downhill from there. I can't stop.. she looked at her hand, and noticed for the first time that she was now on her second cigarette since Boston had come outside. Smoking, or drinking.. or..
Drugs? he asked, disconcerned. Quitting is hard, I know.. but if you're not happy with the way things have become, it doesn't have a genius like you to work out that you should just go back to how it was when you were happy