I Don't Understand you pt. 2 || Tsukishima Kei Story

Chain smoker life

Y/n's pov

"Y/n, where are you," Wakatoshi asks once he answers.

"Hey Brian," I say.

We can't expose real names here.

"Is that your boyfriend or something?" Haru asks.

"That's none of your business," I say. "It's my friend."

"My name is not Brian," Wakatoshi says. "Who are you with? Is that a boy?"

"And that's none of your business," I say. "Just be quiet."

"Doesn't sound like you two are on good terms," Haru notes.

"Y/n who is that?" Wakatoshi asks. "Tell me right now?"

"It's my friend," I say.

"No he's not, because all of your friends have not heard from you," he says. "So whoever is with you is not your friend."

"You don't know anything," I say.

"Tsukishima says that you haven't spoken to him at all," he says. "You should call him, he's worried."

"I don't want to talk to him," I say. "And I don't have to."

"Well you should," he says. "He's your boyfriend."

"And your my... you're still an asshole," I say.

"I'm not apologizing until you get back home like a normal person and stop being a hassle," he says.

"I don't want your apology anyway," I say. "I'm gonna hang up, I don't give a shit if I get killed, anythings better than talking to you."

"Y/n if you hang up this ph-" I hang up before he's even able to get his full sentence out.

"Well you two sound close," Haru says. "Brother?"

"None of your business," I say.

"So he is," he nods your head.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asks.

"Do you have a boyfriend or do you just prefer to fuck a hollowed-out cucumber?" I ask.

"Someone's in a foul mood," he says. "You must really not like that Brian guy."

"None of your concern," I say.

"Alright then," he says. "And we're here."

"Seven-eleven?" I ask.

"We can drive somewhere else if you want?" he asks.

"No, this is fine," I say getting out of the car. "You can leave now, I'll take a cab back to the hotel."

"It's fine, I'm going back to the hotel, it doesn't make sense for you to waste money," he says. "Plus I gotta but something."

"Fine," I say.

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"He's already messaging me about the seven-eleven," I say once we're back in the car one our way back. "He needs to get off my ass."

"I thought you were gonna sit in the back," he says. "Trust me now?"

"No, just drive back to the hotel," I say.

"Do want a smoke?" he asks holding out his new pack to me.

"I can't smoke," I say. "Are you stupid?"

"Why?" he asks. "Why can't you smoke?"

"Because," I say. "I'm not old enough asshat."

"It's not like your brother is gonna know," he says.

"I never said that he was my brother," I say. "Stop assuming things."

"So do you want one?" he asks taking one for himself. "It's just a cigarette."

"What's it taste like?" I ask taking one, just to examine, nothing suspicious at all.

"Have you ever vaped or anything?" he asks.

"Yeah," I say. "Is it the same?"

"What nic level was it?" he asks.

"I don't know," I say. "It tasted like candy."

"Such a girl," he laughs.

"Shut up asshole," I say. "I'll crash this damm car."

"Okay, calm down," he says. "You wanna try it?"

"No," I say. "I'm just looking."

"Why?" he asks. "It's not like your going to die."

"This cancerous stick," I wave it around. "I could die."

"You probably won't," he says. "There are other things that will get you first."

"I suppose your right," I say. "I could get in a plane accident, shot in the head, overdose on some pills."

"Do you need a lighter?" he asks.

"I'm only taking one drag, puff, or whatever you call it," I say.

"Alright then," he says handing me the lighter. "Do you know how to use it?"

"You don't have to be a chain smoker to know how to use a lighter," I say taking it. "I set fires you know."

"Alright then," he says. "Have fun."

"So I inhale it like a vape?" I ask.

"Yeah kinda," he says. "What are you waiting for?"

"Nothing," I say. "Watch the road."

It burnt my throat, and it felt really unnatural. I ended up erupting into a small coughing fit, but bother I couldn't handle.

"How is it?" he asks.

"Taste like shit," I cough again. "And it hurt kinda."

"You can put it out now," he says.

"Okay," I say.

"Are you gonna put it out?" he asks glancing over to me.

"No," I say looking at the end burn.

"You're just gonna waste it watching it burn," he says. "Smoke it or out it out."

"I'll smoke it then," I say.

Have y'all ever smoked?

-Crouton