Crevan's concience was pulled from nothingness as he heard the sound of a car door being shut. His eyes fluttered open to see (in the distance) a girl walking towards the school door. He uncrossed his arms and raised his hands to his eyes and cleared the sleep from them. Then pulled the seat back up and took the keys out of the ignition. Once out of the car, he locked it and reached into his jacket for his cigarettes. He put one in his mouth and raised the lighter to it, but paused. "Awww. That's right. This is a school. No smoking on the property." He mumbled, the cigarette bobbing as he spoke. He put the lighter back into his pocket.
Deciding to go for a walk, Crevan began following the sidewalk further and further away from the school. Eventually, he reached a bus stop sign with a bench next to it. "This'll do." He said, taking the lighter back out and lighting the cigarette. After a while, he began to wonder why he still smoked. It was bad for his lungs, after all. Plus it gave him massive headaches. But it was also almost like a stress reliever. He inhaled.
Crevan crossed his legs and stretched an arm out across the top of the bench. He tilted his head up and breathed out, watching as the puffs of smoke swirled in the air until they faded and mixed with the rest of the air. He kept his head tilted upwards to look at the sky for a few seconds before lowering it again. "I wonder when the bus comes by." He said to himself, looking down the road.