I nodded as if I hadn’t been told so a thousand times by teachers, parents, PSAs on TV. All it takes is that first time, and you’re hooked. I didn’t like lying, but it was the only way to spend time with Manning. Already, my sister was breaking the rules by telling Dad we were getting a ride to the fair with her friend Sarah, not Manning. I was worried they’d look out and see me standing with Manning, but not so much that I wasn’t going to do it. The glare of my parents’ TV flashed in the window. The little orange tip flared before he dropped the butt on the street and stamped it out. Because it was long, it got tangled easily. I smelled smoke before I saw the cigarette. In the dark, he leaned against the driver’s side, large and shadowed, all black hair, dark eyes. Manning had parked his truck one house over, by the construction site, to pick up Tiffany and me for the fair.
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