Toxic Camouflage

A delicate cigarette rested in between his fingers as it there was not a care in the world. Just the huffs and toxic fumes filling his lungs with black smoke, which will eventually harm the entire system all together. Even with the horrible habit he possessed, there was no way to ignore the way his jawline accentuates with every inhale and exhale. The way his dark unruly hair sometimes covered his Forrest green eyes.

As Leah started from afar, pushing up her large and rather annoying glasses, she couldn't help but gawk at the young man who seemed to catch everyone's eye in the benched area.

She could so easily imagine his long slender fingers traveling up her plaid skirt, causing goose bumps to form on her slightly tan skin.