Snippet #2490188

Tyga had woken briefly to hear the words from his room mate.

This guy was a piece of work. That was saying something. Tyga lived in a diverse city, with people of creeds and all colors. It was a known fact that so many different people would have a problem with each other. He had hoped that Warren students were above that pettiness but then they couldn't help what they grew up with.

Tyga knew from experience that the best way to deal with people like this is just let them have their way. Even though his pride felt slighted, he knew no talking to his roommate would make the guy more welcoming to him.

It just wouldn't happen.

And Tyga was just to tired to deal with other people's issues.

Now fully awake his mind registered some key words. Ghoul. Appearance. Switch appearance off? What the hell... was this guy on?

Tyga suddenly got the feeling that he had chewed off more than he could swallow here....

He also had the horrible urge to smoke. His pack of Newport were at the bottom of his dufels. Before he left the city he had stocked up on cigarettes and tobacco. He also had a variety of lighters from matches to small torches. Tyga had a addiction and wasn't proud of it. He swore he was trying to quit but he saw what happened when a person went into a with draw and the thought of turning into a shaking vomiting mess kept him smoking a cigarette a least once a week. Along with the horde of tobacco he brought a stash of relief patches. He really was trying.

He had gone three days since his last one. He had thought that he would last another four days but dealing with roomie here had pushed that day up. Tyga unpacked his stuff in the dresser with his name on it, he stored his duffels into the dresser also. He organized his thing so he could find them later. He found his electronic vapor cigarette among his horde. It was a better alternative to the newports, and they would make his breath smell like hazelnut.

Grabbing the small cylinder Tyga grabbed his room key, made sure his side of the room was well organized and walked out the room. He didn't go far just a couple steps from the door. He turned the electronic cigarette on and brought it to his lips. He held it with the easy grace of a well practiced smoker. He rolled the metal tube around his mouth. His tongue liked the metal, and his lungs squeezed ready to to inhale.

Just as he was about to take a puff he noticed the tattoo on his wrist.

Raised, angry, and red. The words mocked him.

Tyga suddenly felt over come with emotion.

Defiantly he took one puff inhaling the smoke and fragrance. As soon as it hit his lungs he felt like a traitor....

God...get a hold of yourself Tyga! He removed the metal stick from his lips and rubbed his hands over his short hair and face.

He didn't turn the electronic cigarette off, instead he let the perfume of hazelnut surrounding him for a moment. When he felt that he could go on he turned off the cigarette and went back in his room.

He would quit tomorrow...

Tyga ignored his roommate and instead sat down on his lower bunk. He took out his phone, put in the ear buds and, played some music.