Perfect betrayal

[Kennya Allen]

There really was no denying it. The boy in the ID picture was the same boy who sat across from her. The only difference was that Andrew in the picture had dark hair. Kennya looked over the rest of the ID, mentally storing his address. what the hell was she doing?
“Why, how old did you think I was?” Andrew asked as he unfolded his arms.
“Seventeen at the oldest,” Kennya smirked as she reached for a pack of cigarettes, but not the kind the boy asked for. He handed it to Andrew along with the boy’s ID and rang the cost up on the register.

“I didn’t ask for these. I don’t smoke Marlboro,” the boldie said as he went to slide the cigarettes across the glass counter top.
“You do tonight,” Kennya informed him, arms folded over her chest.
“Why?” Andrew's hand was paused above the pack of smokes.
“So I can steal one from you later,” the slytherin girl smirked, unfolding her arms and gripping the edge of the counter. She pushed her weight against it, leaning closer to the blond boy in front of him.

"Yeah? And are you old enough to smoke? I wanna see some ID," Andrew smirked. He looked like he knew the girl behind the counter was younger than him, but he doubted she was much younger. Andrew pegged her at sixteen, seventeen maybe. Or something like that.