Smoking (HOT)!

[Desmond Giuseppe]

Desmond was just hanging out on the front steps during his lunch period, he wasn't very hungry for food but he could really go for a cigarette. So there he sat on the steps smoking his ciggy and wearing his new pair of hundred dollar sunglasses which he hadn't taken off the entire day even during classes. He was all alone because he best friend Audrey was both hungry for food and hated smoking. He laid back across the steps and closed his eyes underneath his fancy new shades.

[reid]

Reid walked out of the school, loosening his tie and rummaging in his pocket for the pack of cigarettes he had hidden in there. Already outside sat Desmond, and Reid grinned to himself. "Hey, babe," he called out, putting a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it. He stood next to where Desmond was sitting and looked around, then down at Desmond. "What are you doing out here? Cutting class? You bad boy." He took a drag of the cigarette and looked out to nothing really. He stretched out and pushed his blonde hair out of his eyes. He studied the top of Desmond's head, trying to remember if he had sold the kid anything. Maybe a test... probably not drugs. He wasn't a regular.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

Desmond slid his glasses down his nose a bit and looked at Reid. "It's my lunch period, babe." he said putting his cigarette in his mouth, stretching out his arms and folding them behind his head. "Cutting class isn't my style." He returned his glassed to their original place then but his arm back behind his head and gazed up at the sky. "Sit and stay a while if you got time." Reid was cute, but he wasn't Desmond's type, but still he was nice to look at.

[reid]

"I've always got time," he replied, and sat down next to Desmond. Desmond wasn't Reid's type either... all emo and shit. He didn't like sad boys who wore girl pants. Not his thing at all. But still... He was nice to look at. [Heh.] "Nice sunglasses," he observed, leaning in a bit and examining them closer. He himself wasn't a fashionista, to say the least, but he knew when something looked good. He left the fashionista shit to the fags... and he'd just dress normally.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

"Thanks." said Desmond carlessly, "I haven't taken them off all day; fucking things cost me a hundred bucks, I'm getting my money's worth. Worth every penny though; I look damn good. I'd fuck me."

[reid]

"Hmm..." Reid said, looking at Desmond thoughtfully. Then he shrugged. "I don't know. I'd probably fuck you, too." He paused, grinned, and took a drag of his cigarette. "But only if you kept the sunglasses on." Reid looked boredly at his watch. Where was he supposed to be that very moment? Most likely Trig. He fucking hated that class. "Where'd you get them?" Reid asked, not at all interested, but pretending to be. He had to do something to make the time pass more quickly. Well... there was a few things he could be doing with Desmond at the moment, but, again... Not his type. Hence the actual conversation.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

"Of course you would," said Desmond carelessly, "Who wouldn't? Well, a chick I guess only because I wouldn't go there."

Where'd you get them?

"I can tell your dieing to know." said Desmond sarcastically. Oh, well, he figured he should answer him anyway, if only to pass the time. "Armani. I don't usually shop there, not my style, but I saw these glasses when I was walking by and had to have them."

[reid]

Reid exhaled the smoke from his lungs and stared upwards at the sky. He wasn't poetic, but it was a nice day. Sometimes he hated those. "That is fascinating," he said unconvincingly, rolling his eyes to peer at Desmond. "I should have known it was Armani," he continued. "All these fucking spoiled kids from St. James shop there. I personally think it's stupid to pay more than... oh... twenty bucks for something. Honestly. Are you going to look at those glasses when you're older and say, 'That was a hundred dollars well spent,' or are you going to say, 'I wish I had that hundred dollars back so I can feed my family' ?" Reid, cigarette in his mouth, held up his hands and moved them up and down, imitating scales. He was such a smartass.

[Desmond Giuseppe]

"Lighten up a bit will you?" said Desmond raising an eye brow and frowning slightly, "I'm young, I'm thinking more in the now than down the road. If I see something I want, I get it, no regrets. If your going to live your life constantly rethinking and regretting every single penny you've ever spent you'd might at well just bury all your money in a shoe box in the back yard. I wanted the sunglasses, I bought them. That simple. I don't mean to get all philosophical over a pair of sunglasses, but you started it. Oh, and by the way; we're those spoiled rich kids from St. James." he mockingly whispered the last part.

[reid]

Reid laughed, and loudly. He shook his head and took another drag of his cigarette. "Babe, don't give me that speech. Like I'll listen. Fuck, I'm the one here who sells drugs to get money... I would just never spend it on something like sunglasses." He gave Desmond a sideways glance and an amused smile. "The shoebox in the backyard is where I keep my heroin." He leaned back on the steps, propping himself up by the elbows. "And you might be a rich kid from St. James," he said. "But I'm a middle class kid from St. James. I just grew up being taught that money isn't something you just throw away."

[Desmond Giuseppe]

As hot as this kid was Desmond was beginning to get sick of his attitude. Reid was a little too arrogant for Desmond's tastes and he wasn't into the whole drugs thing either. Desmond was straight edge, except for a few drinks now and then.

"Well," said Desmond flatly with a shrug, "Sucks to be you. My dads a lawyer. My family is fucking loaded" Desmond never bragged or made a big deal about his family's wealth, but he really just didn't give a fuck in this situation.

[reid]

"Good for you, babe," Reid replied shortly, then stood up. He took one last drag of his cigarette and threw it on the ground, crushing it beneath his heel. He didn't really like where the conversation was going: and he sure as hell didn't like snobby rich kids who were proud of how much money daddy made. It was just annoying. Reid tightened his tie and made himself look presentable, running his fingers through his hair. "Better get back to class," he said, then turned and headed back towards the school. God, he hated fags. [Ah, Reid's an asshole! YES!]

[Desmond Giuseppe]

"You do that babe." said Desmond carelessly pointing back at Reid. He wore a satisfied smile on his face as he took a drag of his siggy-poo. God he loved pissing off assholes.