"she never really quit, she just says she did."

You and Percy are dating, he's sixteen, and you're fifteen, and you had a smoking problem, the problem being Percy hating it.

You always told him you stopped, and for the longest time, he believed it.

Until he didn't.

He caught you smoking around 5 in the morning, leaning on your balcony railing, a cigarette between your fingers.

He understood why, you were going through stuff, but he still hated it.