𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 | chris sturniolo

𝐨𝐧𝐞 - 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭

alyvia moved her way through the crowd of people in the school hallway. music playing in only one of her wired headphones, wired because the girl had lost her airpods. which she was so incredibly pissed about. she had never lost any basically ever, never lost anything this bad atleast. and it made her so incredibly angry that the one day she had basically nothing in any of her classes, and she could've popped in an airpod and pretended to be paying attention. but no, now she had to actually do her schoolwork. it was ridiculous.

after making her way to her physics class, she couldn't help but let out a sigh as she opened the classroom door. alyvia didn't have a lot of things in life, she would actually consider herself a lover of most things but the bane of her existence and her least favorite thing ever made, was her physics class. there were many factors to this, most notably that she was always on the very edge of failing and never understood anything, and that she had a deep burning hatred for her teacher. he was just a cunt, nothing more to say about him.

as if the girls day could've gotten any worse, the second she walked in, she was met with a new seating chart. another reason she hated this class, assigned seating. now she would have to talk to new people, she hated talking to new people. actually hated was the wrong word, she was absolutely terrified at the thought of social interaction.

her eyes dotted over the board for her name, her heart skipping a beat. there was no way. this teacher had done nothing this semester but make alyvias life a living hell, and he decided to make it worse by sitting her next to chris sturniolo.

she turned around slowly, finding chris already sitting at their shared desk. taking a deep (nervous) breath she started walking towards him. when he saw her, chris flashed a small, polite smile but alyvia was too scared to remember if she had sent one back. she found herself starting to pick at the skin around her finger nails, making them bleed slightly which made her stop the anxious habit.

she sat down next to him, not sparing him a glance as she just got out her binder and a pencil. alyvia couldn't stand chris. she couldn't stand the way that he had looked at her and she wanted to faint, that he would ask for a pencil almost everyday and never give it back, and she definitely couldn't stand the way that her heart was beating so loud she could hear it over her music, and that was just by simply sitting next to him.

she hated her crush on chris because at this point it was embarrassing. he didn't know her and he probably didn't want to. alyvia had tried for years to let go of her stupid little crush, but for some reason she just couldn't.

"hey," he spoke suddenly which made her heart flinch.

she turned to him, making eye contact, but didn't say anything. she was too scared of what she would say if she opened her mouth so she just smiled small.

"um, can i have a pencil?" chris asked. these were words that alyvia was so very used to. because one thing about chris sturniolo, was that he wasn't gonna bring a pencil.

alyvia nodded, going into her backpack and handing chris the pencil. she knew that she wasn't gonna get it back, but it was at no loss of hers. it was sometime around the middle of sophmore year that she first noticed how often he needed a pencil from her. she would never tell a soul this, but at some point she started buying and bringing extra pencils just for him.

she didn't understand how he kept needing a pencil, as she gave him one atleast twice a week and he always kept it. maybe it was just an excuse to talk to her but alyvia doubted it.

she knew that she didn't have to give him one, and that it might've been kind of rude of him. but she always had this fear that if one day he asked for a pencil and she didn't have one, chris wouldn't ask her for one ever again and then he would stop speaking to her. alyvia would've sacrificed all the pencils in the world for chris sturniolo to just speak a few meaningless words to her.

"thank you," he accepted the pencil she handed him.

"you're welcome" she said back, in a small and soft voice, so quiet that she was secretly hoping chris wouldn't be able to hear her.

but he did, and the sound of her voice made chris subconsciously smile. he had never heard her voice before, as she would usually just nod silently or ignore him. he decided that he liked her voice, and that he wishes that he could hear it more often.

he spared a glance at her, hoping that she wouldn't notice his eyes on her. she didn't, thankfully, because she was too wrapped up in her thoughts. alyvia was so freaked out about accidentally speaking to chris that she didn't even notice him staring at her.

chris looked away a little after that, not wanting to look creepy. alyvia didn't quite get over what she deemed to be total embarrassment but as the teacher presented notes on the board she was momentarily able to forget about it.

class ended quickly that day thankfully, and as she walked out of the room alyvia realized that chris had forgotten to give her pencil back, again.

a/n
chris has a collection of this girls pencils fs

also when i said she was "picking at the skin around her fingernails" i meant like her cuticles not that she fucking up her whole finger yk

first chap done eveyone cheered 🤭

with love,
sades 🤍