CHAPTER NINETY FOUR
**OLIVER WEST**
"You cannot smoke here, the nurse will be furious when she returns," I said, watching Heath pull out a cigarette pack. His hands were shaking as he fumbled with the lighter.
I couldn't imagine getting another detention for breaking school policy.
Heath didn't say anything but walked outside to the small balcony attached to the nurse's room. I found myself following him, bunching the torn waistband of my trousers which had been ripped because of Kieran.
Heath was already lighting up the dangling cigarette between his lips when I stepped outside. I stood beside him on the balcony. I wasn't sure he needed my presence, but for some reason, I couldn't bring myself to leave him when he looked this shaken.
The late afternoon sun caught the highlights in his brownish hair, messy and unkempt like he'd been running his fingers through it all day. His coffee brown eyes looked hollow, haunted in a way that made me feel all the more bad for him.
