Serene Collision

Chapter4: A Project and Relatives

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Carmin watched with pleasure as the orange flame erupted from the lighter.

She lit the long,brown blunt that sat between the crevice of her fingers. With Mozart's thirty-fifth symphony roaring through her ears, the girl took a long puff, inhaling the sweet, relaxing smoke.

The process was smooth and steady. Six months of doing the same thing over and over would make anyone a pro.

Smoke swirled from her lips and into the open air. A brief calm wrecked havoc over Carmin's mind, body, and nerves.

She took another puff.

Her music came to a halt after her low battery finally gave out.

Anger emerged.

She took another puff.

"Piccolina?"

Leo crouched down, so his head wouldn't hit the bleachers. His expression remained blank as always.Carmin's eyes drifted from his matted black hair, to his hoodie, to his sweatpants. This confirmed it.

Leo Bianchi only came to school to sleep.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"What kind of ametuer smokes under the bleachers?"

Carmin rubbed the burning end of the blunt against the ground and climbed from under the bleachers. Leo reached out to touch her shoulder, but stopped before he could make contact. She froze and carefully watched his hand, waiting for him to get it away from her.

"When are we going to work on the project?" He asked, pushing his hands into his pockets.

"What project?

"The one we got this morning in class."

"We can talk about this later."

He nodded, though he hated putting things off. It was different in this case, he couldn't really stand the thought of spending more time than necessary with the short nuisance.

"Give me the rest of it." Leo held out his hand.

Carmin almost laughed. Almost.

"Or I'll tell Dr. Jones."

"You can't." She gritted through her teeth.

The boy raised his eyebrow."But I can, and I will."

"Why are you messing with me? Didn't Wyatt tell you-"

"Piccolina.. Stop arguing with me and give me the rest."

She stomped both her feet onto the ground and glared. "This is all I have left."

"I don't care." Leo spoke a bit more quickly than he intended to. The adorableness of her stomping threw him off.

Carmin  gripped the hem of his pants and shoved the blunt inside. Leo hissed when he felt it brush against his leg.

"Fucker."

"I hope you trip on your way up the stairs." Leo called after her.

He held his hand over his forehead to check his temperature. Leo wasn't used to seeing people other than his baby nephew as a recipient of being adorable. Especially not psychotic girls who couldn't stand physical contact.

"Must be the hormones."

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"This is all your fault!" Leo barged into Dr. Jones' office and briskly took a seat on the sofa.