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“You put smoking on your list so stop looking at it like it’s going to bite you,” he told me.
“I don’t know how to hold it,” I explained.
“Oh, like this,” he fixed my fingers around the slender white cigarette.
He motioned for me to hold it up and I did.
He lit the end of it and waited for me to do something.
“I don’t know what to do!” I exclaimed, terrified that the thing was going to burn my fingers.
Trace chuckled and motioned for me to bring it up to my lips. “Just inhale.”
I did and it was horrible. Smoke flooded my lungs and I felt like I was being suffocated. I dropped the cigarette and Trace stomped on it to snuff it out.
Coughing, I gasped, “That was horrible.”
My eyes watered and I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
Either I’d done it wrong or other people were nuts for sucking on those things. It was awful.
“You okay?” Trace asked.
“I’ll be fine,” I wiped my eyes and struggled for air.
I couldn’t get the horrible taste out of my mouth.
Trace took my hand, and led me to the other side of the building, the side I had never been on, and up a flight of steps.
He pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the door.
“This is my place,” he explained, leading me inside, and straight into a small kitchen area. He grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to me.
I swirled the water around my mouth and spit it out in the sink. I did that several times before rinsing out his sink.
“Better?” He asked, leaning a hip against the linoleum countertop.
“Much,” I smiled. “But I am never doing that again.”
He laughed. “I figured you wouldn’t.”
“Why do people like that?” I asked, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand.
“Beats me,” he shrugged. “My grandpa used to smoke a pipe all the time, and let me tell you, that thing smelled horrible.”
I finished off the bottle of water.
Trace took it from me, and tossed it in a recycling bin, then handed me another.
“I’m going to shower,” he nodded towards the door that led to the bathroom, “and then we can get out of here.”
“’Gonna tell me what we’re doing?” I coaxed.
“Nope,” he grinned. “I told you before, you’re never going to know which one I’ve picked. It makes things exciting.” He motioned to a nice beige couch. “Sit down and relax. Watch TV. I don’t care,” he shrugged, heading into the only bedroom.
“Okay,” I mumbled, sitting down, and looking around at the darkened space.
In front of the couch were two crates, flipped upside down to create a makeshift coffee table. A bowl of skittles sat on top. Across from the couch was a nice sized flat screen TV.
