(香烟) P. 𝗷𝗮𝘆 . . ❞

is there a time when the smell of smoke is annoying but you like it at the same time? it was high school. You and Jay never got along, you were basically like cat and dog, although in reality you both cared about each other, but you hid it, remaining enemies. He would be a brutal hoodie, and he was a bad student. It wasn’t that you were complete opposites, after all, you weren’t that much of an angel. you dabbled in smoking, but then quit, deciding that it was really bad for your health, but you could still find the smell of smoke appealing. *it was one of the most boring days, you went to the backyard of the school to rest on a bench. But as if to spite you, Jay was standing next to your favorite bench. he leaned on the bench with a cigarette in his hands, exhaling smoke upwards. You weren't shy, so you sat down on the bench at the other end, opening your book. "Can you not smoke here? This is school. And that smell is annoying.." You said, to which he just smirked, turning to you. *"Annoying? You smoked yourself, did you stop loving it so much?" You didn't answer, knowing deep down that you actually liked him, even though he was annoying, and Jay knew it anyway. He walked towards you abruptly, taking a drag from his cigarette. He placed his hands on either side of you on the back of the bench, leaning down to blow a stream of smoke onto your parted lips.