**JAMIE DRUMMOND **

Jamie grabbed his backpack and leaned over the railing, frowning. “See you then, Mareinos,” he said with a dismissive wave, “I should be at football practice too... but... I'll be down in a sec.”

Instead of following Ash down into the hall, he pulled himself back up to the roof, rummaging through the side pockets of his bag for the half-done packet of cigarettes that had to last him until the big football game and possibly beyond. During the summer he was fine – it was easy enough to go into a shop and ask for them – but when out in the back and beyond at Northwood he had to rely on his dad's good will in _sending _them.

Lighting up (because what sort of rebel would he be without a lighter?), he took a few relaxed puffs and dropped his bag in through the open window below, then himself. It wasn't the smartest idea to still be smoking as he darted down the stairs, backpack slung over his shoulder, but the fire alarms didn't set off so that was good enough for him. He probably wasn't the only student who smoked, right?

To the football fields. Ew.