Shawn: School Days 3
"Yeah." Eddy said, seeming to revel in the idea. But it became clear that the way the conversation was playing out, it wasn't going to pass by with a middle ground the way Shawn had avoided many conversations like it in the past.
"It's bad." Eddy agreed, hyping himself up with the idea, warming to Shawn's comment about trouble. Eddy began to talk to Shawn about the kinds of trouble smoking could lead to: suspension if a kid got caught, a beating from a parent if smoke was smelled on his clothes, tattle-tails on the playground if another kid disapproved. Eddy even mentioned the possibility of coughing painfully if you took a drag like Eddy had seen another kid do.
With each possible bad outcome that Eddy listed, Shawn felt the noose of the conversation tightening around his neck, trapping him to the inevitable choice that Eddy was forcing upon him.
Then it came. The question. Eddy asked it direct. More direct then he had ever spoke in the conversation up to that point.
"You gonna do it with me or what?" Eddy asked in a friendly, expectant tone. He folded his arms, head cocking to one side, eyes blinking, face taking a neutral tone. It wasn't unfriendly, but rather, curious.