Seventeen

"Fuck," Morgan said, flicking ash from the drooping cigarette held by her fingertips. "Why's she pissy?"

"I'm not really sure," I replied, keeping my face straight. "You told her you were going to quit though."

She looked at me, "You and I both know that I didn't mean it."

"Yeah, but shit Bob... it's so bad for you. Your teeth are disgusting, and you smell like shit all the time. Why shouldn't she want you to quit?"

"Because it's my fucking body. Seriously Max. What the hell is her problem?"

I looked away, squinting through the rain at the oversized clock on the side of the school, "Bob, you know. Stop beating around the bush and go talk to her. It's pretty damn simple."

Morgan glared at me, "I'm so done with this shit. I can't wait to get out of this piece of shit system." She took a last drag on her cigarette and tossed it to the ground, grinding it out with unexpected daintiness, "Let's go, class."