A Different Rooftop - Rooftop Hangout #1

There was one rooftop, the rooftop of the school's main building, where students would hang out all the time. It looked fondly over the courtyard, had a wide space, and even benches for students to sit on. This was not the rooftop Maisie and Jonathan sat on. The one they called their hangout looked over the Courtyard as well, but from a different, less direct angle. it was smaller, less accustomed to the everyday presence of people. Maisie wasn't even sure they were allowed to be there. All she knew is how to get up there, and that no one had caught them yet. It was a good place to smoke. It was the only place she smoked.

She had already lit a cigarette before Jonathan appeared up there for a second time. She wasn't sure he was going to show up at all. She grumbled to herself about how she shouldn't have trusted that pink haired asshole, how she was going to leave, but suddenly, the door opened. She hoped it was him, and not some official who had seen the smoke. She liked it up there, on that rooftop...

Maisie caught the soda with a start. "Ugh, you fucking moron, you probably shook it up." She looked down at the can. It looked normal, but the bomb was in popping open the lid. She threw her cigarette down with a glare at him. "I'm aiming this at you, you asshole, if it explodes you're getting the brunt."

"Don't call me that." She ignored his talk about a date. What a fucking asshole. The girl opened the can in his direction, relieved it didn't bubble up, and pressed her back to the wall. "Don't call me that. It annoys me, my uncle is a farmer and would call me Corn all the time because of that." She took a swig. "'Hey Maiz, you don't look like corn!'"

Maisie shook her head with an angry huff. "Just call me Maisie, you insufferable prat. Why do you need to shorten that?" She didn't look at him, keeping her eyes on the pink sky above. "Jonathan, now that's a different story. Way longer. Not catchy enough, or unique. It's plain. Your name sucks, Jonnyboy."

Maisie smiled at the mention of the fight. She remembered that best of all. "Yeah, I remember that," she said. "That was about me. I was the face that launched a thousand ships. The wolf prick called me a mean name, so my cousin beat him up." she paused for a moment. Did she actually witness the end of that fight? No, no, she was with Liam. "...I'm sure."

"He's nothing special. He's kind of annoying, a little bit of a shit." Maisie didn't like Jace. He was always pandering, softspoken whenever he spoke to her. He treated her like a child. She was not a child. Maisie had finished her drink, and on a whim, chucked the can over the brick fence. The clang of its landing echoed.

"Gum...?" Australians were weird, the fuck was that supposed to mean? Maisie said nothing more about it for a moment, not wanting to look too stupid, but the question had already slithered out of her mouth. Well, so what if she didn't know? It was some stupid cultural shit, she was not from the same place, why did he expect her to know that? "Is that some kind of Australian drug or something? Because Jace is clean as the Headmaster for all I know."

"Then don't poke trees, moron." Her fingers tapped rhythmically on the ground, and she stood. "Come on, I want to see where my soda can landed." Maisie walked up to the brick wall, standing on her tiptoes as she looked down on the courtyard. Her can was no where to be seen, after a few moments of rigorous scanning. She decided someone must have had picked it up, until there was the distant banging of something familiar...after a few moments of it getting louder, she found out it was footsteps up the staircase to the roof!

"Shit!" she hissed silently. The girl grabbed Jonathan's hand, pulling him up with her, and practically threw him in a split-second hiding place; a pocket between the staircase wall and the air conditioning units, around the corner from where the door lay. It was snug, and she climbed on top of him as the door swung open, and somebody she could only assume was security walked out.

Maisie heard the security guard walk around slowly and confusedly, pressing closer to Jonathan's chest and covering his mouth with her hand. That idiot looked like he was practically in heat, breathing like that, he needed to shut up. She gave him a vitriolic stare and turned her head, hearing the security guard deal with something plastic, a ziploc bag, or...

She turned her head and gave Jonathan the hardest stare she could. That fucking idiot! The guard found their weed! "Damn kids must have scrammed..." He said something in a murmur under his breath, a curse or something, and Maisie heard him walk away. After a while, she got off of Jonathan, kicking at his stomach. "You. Fuck. Ing. Id. I. Ot." She sounded out the syllables with each thrust of her foot, angry at him despite being the reason the guard came up in the first place. If he brought that up, she'd only get angrier. Damn, all she wanted to do was go up there and smoke, and now their weed was gone.

Maisie gave him cold nothing for a while, before digging in her bag and throwing the cigarettes on the ground, at his feet. "Take 'um. The bright side left with that guard." The girl crossed her arms and gave an indignant sigh, plopping down at the wall they had been sitting at. He had to ruin everything.