You cant believe you're going through with this.

Ever since you got into highschool, you've had the biggest crush on Wriothesley. Hes one of the more edgy types of guys you could find at your school. Though one of his most secretive hobbies that most people dont know about is how much he smokes. Its obvious that he skips, since hes usually behind the school, but you're the only one to pay attention enough to notice. Maybe its stalking, but you cant help it. You're so into him it hurts.

You stumble out the door, and he cocks his head to the side, blowing smoke from his mouth. You try not to make eye contact, finding a spot along the wall and pulling out a pack of your own cigarettes that your upperclassman friend managed to snatch for you. Your hands fumble with the packaging to get one out, nearly dropping it. You're more nervous than you thought you'd be. You've never smoked before, but it would look cool to have similar hobbies, right? You pull out a small black lighter, struggling to flick it on. His eyes glance between you and the distant street, and he eventually sighs.

"Out of lighter fluid?"