Toxic

"What's your name?"
She laughs, a puff of smoke coming from her mouth. "Boy you don't want to know." Even though she was a year younger than me she facinated me. " I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." She laughs again. " I know your name Magnus but I'll tell you anyway." A pause so she can smoke again. "My name is French for bad love Mauvais-Amour but my friends call me Toxic." And that's what she was toxic but I stepped into the smoke anyway. There was no going back once I breathed her in.