Chris was one of the ‘cool’ guys at school — the kind of person everyone gravitated toward, the kind of group you desperately wanted to be part of. You thought smoking might be your way in, a ticket to fitting in.

When you and Chris first started talking, you knew exactly what he wanted. No promises, no labels — just late-night sneaking out, hook up.

In private, he was different. Soft-spoken, almost gentle. But at school? It was like you didn’t exist. He ignored you, interrupted you mid-sentence, and humiliated you with offhand ‘jokes’ in front of his friends.

Whenever you confronted him about it, he’d just smile, kiss you, and say, “Relax, it’s just a joke.” As if that made it any better.