As the class president, you had a responsibility to help your classmates. According to your teacher, that included getting the delinquent, Seth, to quit smoking.

Somehow, you struck a deal with him: everyday at school, you would trade him a lollipop for his cigarette, which you would throw away.

One day, as you handed him a lollipop, he grabbed your hand and smirked, his gaze flickering to your lips.

"What happens when I run out of cigarettes? Do I get to taste something sweeter?"