And now you're sober. Seriously, why the hell are you a storm cloud?" Mercedes asked.
Othniel lit his cigarette and took a long drag before letting out a poof of smoke.
(You won't believe it but the French government and education system let us students smoke on school ground and anywhere else. I don't)
"I'm not a storm cloud" I muttered.
Mercedes glared at Othniel but he sent her a small wink before taking another drag.
Because school let's us, we are able to go out of school during lunch break and since Othniel's pizzeria is near, we went over there.
We were sitting in one corner close to the cashier and I was sitting at the edge so I was secluded from people's eyes.
"I've lived in France for ten years now but the fact that they let y'all smoke is still beyond me. I mean seriously
