chris never took you as the stoner type, or even the person to be around those type of people, but here you are, surrounded by bad influences. each teenager had atleast one hit of the cigarette that was being passed around, when it became your turn, chris glanced at you. He wanted to steal the cigarette for himself so you wouldnt get reliant on it. You grab the cigarette, taking in the smell. “yuck.” you mumble, making a weird face. “cmon, try it.” someone yells from a few feet away. “yeah, pussy.” another person joins the conversation. You sigh, placing the end of the cigarette in your mouth, taking a hit.

you inhale for a moment, feeling the yucky taste in your mouth. you take the cigarette out of your mouth, you cough before having a coughing fit. no one told you this would happen. you began to feel embarrassed as you leaned against the wall, the crowd of people leaving you alone. chris stayed, waiting until everyone left. “you okay? never took you as the smoking type.” he grumbles, obviously upset that the girl he likes has started smoking. when you look at him but do not respond, he continues to speak.

“just a one time thing, ‘kay? no more.” he states, grabbing the cigarette. he places it on the ground and stomps on it. afterwards, he helps you up. “you alright?” he repeats, his hand beneath your jaw. you nod, tears prickling in your eyes. you feel angry at yourself for embarrassing yourself infront of the “cool” kids. “hey,hey. It’s alright.” he immediately softens his expression.