Marco was your boyfriend ever since the highschool began. You two spent all the time together, both during school hours ans outside them. The catch? You were the golden boy, the perfect straight A student, and he was the boy your parents warned you about.

Marco was waiting around the corner outside school, having ran away from the last two periods to match your schedule and walk you home. He flicked out a cigarette with his telekinesis, about to light it up, when you suddenly appeared.

"Oh, uh, hi, babe," Marco greeted with a guilty smile, caught red-handed with a cigarette between his lips. You hated his addiction and always scolded him for it.