By the end of the summer Nikki was nearing a pack and a half per day. Normally she did not dread going back to school, especially since it was her senior year of high school. Now, after being able to smoke at her whim, she needed to find a way to get through an entire day at school. Surely going more than six hours would be impossible at this point. So, some of her last days of summer were spent scheming about how she may sneak a smoke during the school day. Mrs. Becker had left the school for another job, so she couldn’t even rely on her for help.
Nikki woke up on the first day of school less than enthusiastic. She went outside for her first cigarette of the day before showering and getting dressed in her school uniform, which included a button-up shirt, plaid skirt and knee socks. She accentuated her uniform with a pair of brown four-inch high heels and her jewelry.
One big change that Nikki had to look forward to was that her parents gifted her the family’s third car. It was nothing special, but had no rust or dents. It paid off to be the model daughter. This also meant that Nikki could smoke on her way to and from school. On this morning, Nikki smoked three cigarettes, one after another, during the 20-minute drive -- the first time she smoked while driving. As she pulled into the parking lot, she flicked her last cigarette out of the window of her cracked 2005 Ford Taurus and then bathed herself in perfume, taking in a deep breath before getting out. If she was going to get the nicotine fix she would need in the next our or two, she was going to have to think fast.
The first day of school landed on a Friday as usual. It was an introduction to all of her new classes, but that meant very little instruction, which also meant very little to keep her mind off of her next smoke. One of the perks of being senior meant study hall would be in the cafeteria, unsupervised. Nikki, taking almost all college courses, had two study halls. Luckily enough, one was in the morning and one in the afternoon.
By 10 a.m. Nikki was itching for a cigarette uncontrollably and if she couldn’t have one soon, she would assuredly crawl out of her skin. When the bell rang for her study hall, there was only one thing on her mind. When she went to her locker, she slipped her red and white pack into her skirt pocket, along with a pink lighter. There were less than 10 people in her study hall, two of them being the Nicoles. Once everyone was settled in and the bell rang, Nikki turned to her friends and said, “Look, I’m dying for a smoke. I’m going to go out back. If anyone asks where I am, tell them I’m in the bathroom and then text me.”
The two girls rolled their eyes, but reluctantly agreed. So, Nikki quickly went through the kitchen doors and out the side door, propping it open with a textbook. There she would be protected from sight. She quickly took a Marlboro Red Label 100 out of her pack and put the orange filter in her mouth. Her hands were shaky from lack of nicotine, but she eventually got it lit and sucked relentlessly, the nicotine racing through her body like an orgasm. Nikki wolfed down two cigarettes in five minutes, double and triple pumping at times. Her drags were so profuse that there was still smoke dripping from her nostrils as she opened the door.
Nikki was able to get back in undetected and made a beeline for her locker to spray herself down with perfume. She duplicated the event during her afternoon study hall, ensuring she would be tide over until school ended.
As soon as the final bell rang, Nikki grabbed the books she would need for the weekend and her purse and practically sprinted for her car, barely acknowledging her friends in the process. As soon as she got into her car in the student parking lot, Nikki ripped her pack out of her purse and aggressively plopped a cigarette in her mouth, lighting it and then rolling down the window. Then, she took her sunglasses off the dashboard, slid them onto her face, with her 100 still dangling from her perfect lips, not caring who may see her.
Pulling out of the parking lot, she turned left and drove down the street, clouds of smoke funneling out of the driver’s side window, which was completely down. At the end of the street she made a right onto Main Street and stayed in the left lane.
At the stoplight, Nikki took another massive drag and blew out a massive stream of smoke, with the excess coming from her nose. She stuck the nearly spent cigarette in her mouth and used the butt to light another. While the freshly lit one remained in dangling in the center of her mouth, she flicked the old one at the window. Taking a big drag, she cocked her head to the side and blew out the smoke and hung her arm out the window. Her silver watch slid down her forearm to the top of her palm, cigarette smoldering between her slender finger tips. Nikki looked towards the car next to her and caught the middle-aged man enjoying the show. She responded by smiling, taking another drag with her elbow resting on the window, causing her watch to slide back to down her forearm before blowing out another steady cloud.
At the next light, she was paired next to the same man, who also had his windows down. Nikki noticed he was still enjoying the show. The second time she considered pathetic rather than flattering. She smiled, took a huge drag and said, “You should let it go. You don’t have a chance, asshole.”
Nikki let out a cruel, wicked laugh. It was a noise that had never come out the usually sweet girl before. As soon as the light turned green, she gave him a wave and sped off, leaving the man in her dust as she headed home.
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Nikki’s school routine went off without a hitch for the first month of school, but that was about to change.
The gorgeous teenager woke up on a brisk October morning, seemingly ordinary as ever. Since it was a cool day, she chose a long-sleeve uniform shirt, tucked into a pair of khaki uniform slacks, with a thick brown leather belt around her hips and a pair of four-inch stiletto brown leather boots that came up to her mid calf underneath her pants. Nikki checked the mirror to make sure everything was perfect and blew herself a kiss. She put on her three-button black leather blazer, leaving it open and grabbed her purse and backpack and headed out for her school.
The first few classes of the morning went off well and Nikki finally reached her first study hall and her first chance to replenish her nicotine levels. As soon as the bell rang and the halls were empty, she walked down to her locker, grabbed her coat, cigarettes already in her pocket.
Nikki got through her first cigarette, lit the second, leaned her head back and blew a stream of smoke into the sky, the collar of her leather coat creaking in the cold. As soon as she finished and disposed of her butts, an unwelcome presence was awaiting her as she opened the door.
Busted.
Standing in the doorway was the assistant principal and athletic director, Mr. Rypien, a man she had known practically her entire life. Nikki stood there frozen. Smoke was still emanating from her nostrils as she just looked at her foil.
“I think you better come with me, young lady,” Mr. Rypien said.
Nikki slowly followed him up the side stairs as he led her towards the principal’s office. The principal, Mr. Scandin, was sitting behind his desk. When Mr. Rypien informed him of the reason for her presence in his office, he was shocked. He had heard rumors from her escapades at basketball games, but didn’t believe it could be true. Once the information had been provided, they asked Nikki to leave the office for a moment so they could discuss their plan of action.
After sitting outside of the door for 20 minutes, the two men called her back into the office and asked her to sit in the chair across from the desk. Nikki sat down, crossed her legs, still wearing her leather blazer.
“Nicole, you are a smart girl and I don’t think I have to explain to you that smoking is prohibited on school grounds,” Mr. Scandin said.
Nikki nodded.
“Normally we would suspend a student for such behavior,” Scandin continued. “But, you are on the fast track to be the valedictorian this year, your credentials are spotless and there is no point in putting a blemish on your transcripts for college.”
“Thank you,” Nikki responded.
“So, in return, we expect that you abide by the rules of the school and never let us catch you smoking on school property again,” Scandin said.
“I promise,” NIkki said.
“Get back to class,” Scandin said.
NIkki made the promise, knowing completely that it was a hollow one. She would continue to sneak out during study hall, regardless of the consequences. She was a model student and role model to younger kids, the school was not going to give her the same punishments a sub-par student would receive.
Her trips outside resumed later in the day and again each day following. She was busted five times in the next month. She was given detention, calls were made to her parents and groundings ensued. Nothing could deter her will. Eventually, it finally got to a point where the school had tired of the charade and stopped bothering with her. Nikki had won again. She may have been the first teenager to break the will of her parents and teachers in less than three years.
The defiance and persistence to smoke exuded from Nikki after being caught. A football games, she was routine to see her trotting with Maggie and Sarah out of the gate at halftime to light up. Parents, students and teachers could see the voluptuous leather-clad teen puffing away with the two older women. She didn’t care. Her parents were mortified, but simply at the breaking point. There was nothing that could be done. Surely there were some parents that didn’t know her well saying, “That is the smartest girl in school?”
It was. She was transforming from a shy girl to the most bold student in school.
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