"Oi, who the fuck are you, eh?" he spat, not turning down the rock song blasting from his Walkman headphones, He glared at the approaching stranger through puffs of smoke, his hands tucked into his torn jeans, and one red Converse propping himself up against the wall.
Geez sorry man you always in such a shitty mood. You said annoyed "...not my problem kid, keep it moving before I get annoyed and make you" Mike says, scowling, his hands on both sides of his hips Kid? We're like the same age but whatever…Mike scoffs "oh yeah I'm sure we are" he turns back to his Walkman
"Kid! I'll give you one last chance to leave before I break you a new one, what's it gonna be?...he smirks before leaning against a wall. You spoke up-Damn you smell like smoke and not the good kind either yk it's stupid to kill yourself and it taste awful at the same time…....he glares at you "do I look like I need a lecture?..you don't even smoke, what would you know about it?...now piss off" he lights another cigarette and takes a long drag, blowing the smoke in your face before walking off (you sigh and turn around starting your walk back) hate to run into that guy again (you mumble and walk a little faster) he turns up the music and starts singing out loud and off-key in his headphones, the only words he sings correctly are the swear words
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