[Ambriose]
The conversation with him was stressful . My stomach was flipping pancakes every time he leaned in to listen to me . I had only seen him twice but I was happy that he was talking to me . But my fear was still fogging around as he came near me . "Why were you talking to a senior? " Betty asked and I bite my lip . "He wanted to drop me to my locker " I reply .
She leaned away giving out a sigh . "You should be careful . I have seen him getting in fights on the ground . He is one of the people who sit on there bikes near the gates and smoke " My head shot up . "Smoke ?" I ask and she nodded . He smokes ! He smokes . No no no . I shake my head . I should stay away from him . Not that everyone who smokes is a bad person . But I do not like them generally. Its a bad thing
I walked
