Your pov.
You were walking home from a stressful day at school. Your car was at the garage so you couldn't drive. You were so stressed you wanted to relax. You took off your backpack and looked inside for your cigarettes and lighter. You found them and took one out. You put it in your mouth and lit it. You saw someone walking your direction but you didn't care. You were smoking your cigarette when the person bumped into you. You looked up at the person and saw that it was Jack. He looked at you weird and you looked down. You knew why he was looking at you like that. You sighed.
"When did this start y/n?" He asked.
"Since I was 14." You said.
"Why?" He asked.
"All the problems in my life." You said.
"Well you are 18. I can't tell you not to do it anymore. It's your own decision." He said and you nodded. You saw him shake his head no.
"I gotta get going. I'll text you later. I have to run to the store for mom." He said and ran off. You looked down at the cigarette and took one more puff. You then outened it and walked home. You walked through the front door and went up to your room. You did your homework and chores then went outside to the porch and pulled out another cigarette. you lit it and thought of Jacks talk he gave you. You texted him saying that after you finish this pack you'll try to quit. He said ok. You thought to yourself that it would be hard. But a few days later you were smoke free.
