Without Regrets (OPEN) (323 views)

He easily heard the mumbling behind him, as the thunder was quiet with its rumbling for that brief moment, but he paid no mind to it. At least, until she spoke to him and stooped next to him. 'Would you have a light?' Oh, good, she wasn't authority about to bark mad orders at him again. Yet, she even offered one of her own, something he didn't really see a point- He rolled his own, stealing from another was just plain lunacy. "You should know, as a smoker, to keep your lighter in reach." He chirped, halfway joking with her. He pulled out his lighter, a black one with a dark blue dragon wrapped around it, slightly peeled at the top. "Just don't drop it. It's getting darker, and finding it on the ground, in the rain, would be a bloody nightmare." He even shifted over slightly. "Name's Draco, what's yours?" It wasn't really like him to be so... sociable, he was often more to keep to himself... but, alas, she was another smoker. One of the few around, and even fewer to actually join his side rather than bark at him for smoking underage, or just smoking period. It was almost a relief to see it finally happen, it was as if he was no longer a target. It was very strange to him, but he liked the company nonetheless, even if he wasn't exactly admitting it fully.

"Snappier, huh?" He couldn't hide the amusement in his voice, and the fact he was smirking probably made it even clearer. She seemed to be rather intelligent, but she also seemed... Different. She reminded him of himself, in some ways. Until he came to Metric, he was the 'second best' in a 'perfect' family. It was suffocating, it felt as though he was trapped and in a shell of himself. Yet, even shortly before he crossed Metric grounds, he was also learning who he was, who he wanted to be. He had found it, and he assumed that the girl, Tama, would find her own way as well. He watched calmly as she stretched out, chuckling softly.
"Are you new to this school, or am I the only newbie here?" He questioned calmly, cursing when he realized he smoked his entire cigarette... but out of habit, simply lit up another one. He was a heavy smoker, he never denied it... and he tended to get rather snappy when adults tried telling him the damage and the risks of smoking- He knew, he just didn't care. He growled softly as his phone rang, simply putting it on silence without even glancing to the screen. It was his mother, he had no doubts with how much she had been bombarding his phone, rather it was crappy texts or endless phone calls. He shifted a little, placing one of his knees against his chest, resting his arm over it as he continued to enjoy Tama's company, as well as the toxic addiction that he was so latched onto.

He chuckled easily and lightly as her tip about the unwanted calls was spoken. "Eh, I occasionally get a good call, it's just my mother trying to rally the family...bloody nightmare, if you ask me." He inhaled again, casually tapping on the lit cancer stick to ash it. "As for my brand? I roll my own." He smirked a little, becoming more and more curious about this girl. He then glanced up as a large strike of lightning flashed across the sky, edging closer to the bottom steps. Apparently, he was once again drawn to admire that nature, take in the 'beauty' of the storms. Although, at home they were probably more common and lasted longer than the ones here. A couple of splashes reached his pant legs, but it didn't seem to bother him a bit. Somehow, he felt perfectly comfortable, the first time in his life since he was around seven years old. No bitter anger, no bad memories repeating in his mind, no attention to the phone and family drama... He was just /there/. He figured, in the back of his mind, that attending here was some sort of blessing, though he wasn't exactly religious. His parents claimed to be, and he was shoved into church as often as possible, but he never truly claimed religion. Hell, half of the time, he didn't even think about 'God'. His beliefs were luck, karma, and a different kind of faith and fate... and seemingly, all were lined up at this very moment.

"So... How long have you been here?" He asked, slightly snapping out of the trance that the lightning strike seemed to have put him in.

It took a long moment before Draco really acknowledged the question, much too drawn into the 'light show' that consisted of the constant flashing of lightning. Yet, he did indeed acknowledge her after a brief moment past. "Eh, I've been here a week or two, that's all. As for where I come from? I'd rather not mull over it. My family's a living nightmare." It wasn't just that he was distanced from his family, it went even deeper than that. He was /ashamed/ to be part of that family, and it didn't help that he held a deep resentment towards nearly all of them, if not all. He then shrugged slightly. "Sneaking a machine is easier than taking a lollipop from a baby." He added, as that was /how/ he was making his cigarettes. Perhaps surprisingly, he didn't ask- If he didn't want to reveal his own past and such, how could he expect her to? He was soon watching the lightning, the rain beginning to pour down even heavier than the moments before. Silence was noted, although perhaps drowned out by the splashing of the heavy waves of rain, the constant rumble and clashes of thunder. He managed to finish his second cigarette, but did not light up another. Instead, he pulled his left knee to his chest, letting the other lay straight and stretched out across the steps... or as stretched out as someone who was merely 5'5 tall could.

Draco chuckled softly as well, easily relaxing. She was easy going, laid back, much like himself in varying ways, so it was easier to simply just chill. "You would definitely be the first." He chirped, but was soon distracted by two different voices yelling.


He should have been home an hour ago! Where the hell did that sixteen year old get the stupidity to not return home, leave him stressed out as hell, and now searching for him during a brutal rainstorm? Romanero wasn't even sure where Sevien was, as he had already left the cemetery. The rain beat down upon them as they continued to walk down the streets in the grounds.
"Sevien!" He shouted, over and over until he noticed two figures on top of a set of stairs. He could tell Sevien wasn't there, but for some reason, he had the feeling Sevi was close... but, of course, there were two of them. The second wasn't calling for the lost friend, as she tended to view him as nothing more than a pest. Instead, she was whining and complaining about the whole ordeal, and had yet to cease.

"Ugh! He probably ran away, so what!? My clothes are getting ruined! This stupid umbrella is worthless, I told you we should have gotten the more expensive one!" Her words were sharp, and it seemed to barely dig into her older brother's annoyance, which annoyed her. "You are buying me all new clothes! These are ruined! RUINED!"

"A simple trip in the washer and dryer would fix it, Sapph. Stop being so dramatic."
"/I'm/ being over dramatic!? Who's drowning themselves for someone who should be six feet under! He killed his dad, y'know!" Before Romanero could round on her, she let out a petrified scream, suddenly clinging onto the taller man for dear life. "SOMETHING JUST TOUCHED ME!"

"Yep. I did." The sound seemed to irk her greatly, as it was the same person that they had been looking for.
"YOU ASS!"
"HEY! You're fourteen, knock it off!" Romanero hissed, glancing to Sevien as he approached Draco, confusion building since Sevien didn't greet him in the normal fashion. Something was off.
"You mind?" Draco was slightly amused by what was unfolding in front of him and Tama, easily surrendering a cigarette and his lighter. Once the third sat down in between them, focused solely on trying to calm down, Romanero knew something was off. By a long shot.
"Sev?"
"Eh, sorry. My phone got crushed." Where was the hyperness?
"UGH! He's not dead, can we /go/ yet?" The girl was soon even more annoyed as her brother only paid attention to Sevien, and the two other people. "ROMAN!" She screamed, but still went ignored.

"Hey, name's Romanero, the screaming brat's Sapphira, the quiet one is Sevien. Mind if we join you?" As if Sevien had actually bothered to ask, he was already sitting down.

"Er. Go for it, but mute the screamer."
"I'LL SHOW YOU SCREAMER! UGH! You people are soooo stupid!"
"Sapphira, you're about two seconds from walking back on your own." Amusingly, the threat worked and Sapphira huddled behind the other two individuals, trying to completely shade herself from the rain.

Draco snickered at the sibling reunion, and sensed that Tama simply wasn't wanting to go home, perhaps using him as a means to stay longer. He easily found a rather well made cigarette in his pack, and just as easily handed it to her. He even handed her back his lighter again, unable to keep from smirking at the whole ordeal. "Take your time, it might be a bit of an ass kicker if you smoke it too fast." Was he toying with her brother? Perhaps.

Romanero, at that point, seemed to realize just how soaked Sevien was, since he moved to behind him and pulled him back a bit further. "You're soaked!" He almost whined out, Sapphira glaring at this whole scene rising up.
"I /have/ been walking around in the storm, dip shit." Sevien mumbled, but still wasn't as warm, and definitely a far cry from being his joker self.

"UGH! Forget the stupid cancer givers! I want to go home /NOW/!" The younger girl whined, trying to duck under the cover without being noticed. "We found him, he's breathing, let's go home!" She hissed, but found herself silenced by that glare. The glare that was usually used when she would be walking on her own. She stomped her foot, growling lowly, but not another word escaped her... at least for now.

As Sapphira opened her mouth to retort, she remembered the glare, and instead seethed in silence. This was soooo unfair! Why did she have to wait for these people to slowly kill themselves, one stupid drag at a time. "I wanna go home." She mumbled, pouting. If anyone looked at Sapphira, they would easily get the impression she was born from an overly privileged life, that she was a spoiled brat... and that first impression would be dead on, perfect bulls eye target.

"Ro, make her walk back by herself for once. She's ruining my good mood." Sevien mumbled, which only sparked another fire within Sapphira.
"YOUR GOOD MOOD!? What about mine!? I was talking to Mommy when Ro forced me to come looking for you! I'd rather you die in a sewer!"
"ENOUGH!" The sudden sharp tone silenced both of the arguing parties, a still silence taking over. Roman sighed faintly, but held Sevien even closer. "Yeah, we're best friends. We've known each other since...Erm.."
"Since I was twelve." Sevien chirped, trying to ignore the annoying tapping sound of Sapphira's foot as he took in another drag. Roman then stole it, Sapphira's facial expression turning into absolute disgust. "We've been here for a while, anyway."

"Well, at least we're not /all/ new. Maybe you guys can help us get around campus at some point." Draco chimed in, also enjoying his cigarette without much notice.
"Glad to." Sevien chirped, glaring over his shoulder as Sapphira began impatiently humming.
"For...Sapphira!"
"WHAT?!"
"Head home."
"Are you insane!? It's dark...AND there's CREEPS around!" At this statement, Draco, Sevien, and Roman looked thoroughly amused. "THERE IS!" The fourteen year old insisted, her whiney attitude surely getting old by this point.

"You're OLDER!" Sapphira snapped back at Tama, glaring practical death towards the other girl. "Besides, you're not even cute, or attractive at all!" She seemed quite irritated, maybe even raged that someone wouldn't believe in dangers... but, in her mind, that was only because she wasn't a little girl. Sapphira, in her eyes, was younger and therefore more likely to get kidnapped. Sapphira noticed that she was being tuned out by Sevien, who was being babied by her brother at that moment as he tried to dry him off to some extent. "Can't we just go HOME?"
"I told you, if you don't want to wait, you can walk by-"
"Uhm, did you not hear me? CREEPS!"
"Then just wait, already. You're making yourself out to be a spoiled child."
"Are you kidding me? She /is/ a spoiled child!"
"Hush, Sevi."
"Yeah, shut up, Ambrose."
"I don't-"
"Damn it, you two, /stop/." Sevien was slightly confused by the sudden irritation-Roman had dealt with worse, and was usually still patient as hell. Yet, Sevien decided to ignore the whiner, focusing on the two new kids.

"I'm up for being tour guide at any time..."
"After noon." Roman interjected, smirking at Sevien.
"Er, yeah. I tend to sleep in when I can."
"Three in the afternoon is beyond sleeping in goals, Sev."
"Either way." The two lightly laughed, though Sapphira was still seething. The only reason why she wasn't continuing to whine is that she saw no point in it, her older brother was too busy paying attention to that stupid Ambrose, she no longer mattered. She huffed softly, crossing her arms as she waited for the torturous moments to pass them by. Draco was the first to finish, although Sevien and Roman were second due to sharing.