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A Better Bad Idea by Laurie Devore – Tyler’s eyes catch mine when he sees me walking toward him, interested. He has a long face, his hair too short in the front, probably work done by his mama’s scissors. He’s leaning against the cheap aluminum siding on the outside of the gym, facing the trees next to school.
“Can I bum?” I call to him, once I’m close enough. I shiver against the breeze. Weather tends to yo-yo around this time of year, one day hot and humid, the next a chill stealing into the air, wrapping you up in its windy tendrils. I hate the cold. And I hate the weakness of a nicotine craving.