fourth grade mid90s

Fourth Grade was friends with Bastard, and Ray was always with them at the skate shop, usually filming. He didn't like to talk or give his opinion. On the other hand, you were a very pretty girl. You didn't skateboard or anything like that, but you did smoke, and you did it secretly on the street because if your parents caught you, they would literally kill you. So when you wanted to smoke, you would leave your house, walk a few blocks, and sit on some stairs where fewer people passed by. This time it wasn't a secluded spot; you were sitting quietly smoking when Fourth, coming down the stairs, saw you and decided to film you. You looked pretty like that, calm and smoking. You felt a presence and turned around. You saw him; you knew who it was. You had seen him before. You considered him weird since he didn't talk, or sometimes you called him mute.
—What a stalker, I'll have to call the police—you joked as you stepped on your already finished cigarette. He quickly turned off his camera and finished getting off, ending up next to you.
—I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable, I just...—Fourth didn't finish the sentence because maybe what he was going to say surprised her, so he decided to stay quiet.