I DON'T CARE !!chris sturniolo

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no problem how u feeling

my brain is imploding on itself but fine

don't do drugs🤷

its crazyyy how i didnt stop doing drugs
inspirational bro🙏

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"She's actually kinda pretty." Chris mumbled, skimming through her instagram. "No." Nick said plainly. "Bro, yes she is." He defended.
"I'm not saying she's not pretty, I'm saying no to whatever you're about to do."

i think u left ur havket
jacket**

Fuck. Chris thought to himself after remembering what jacket he wore last night. How could he forget that jacket there.
It was important to him cause his mom bought it for him after they won their first lacrosse game. Basically, a sentimental jacket. As much as he didn't want to go there, he felt as though he had to.
"Matt, can you drive me to her place, I need to get my jacket."
"Just leave it there." Matt replied in a monotone voice.
"No. Mom got it for me, its the lacrosse win jacket." Chris explained to his clueless brother who was watching TV.
"You'll get it later."
"Matt, what are you even doing right now that is so important?" He begged.
"Why do you wanna go there so bad?" Matt shot back, finally looking at his brother and obviously teasing him.
"To get my jacket."
"Mhm." He further taunted.
"Matt!" Chris raised his tone slightly.
"Fine! God, you just have to go get your stupid jacket right this second. You couldn't wait a fucking moment." Matt said as he got up to get his shoes. It was summer so there wasn't need for anything else.
"Thank you." Chris spoke aggressively.

•••

I took off my makeup and washed my face with soap. I brushed my hair and put it into a scruffy low bun. My hands skimmed through my messy closet drawer, my dark brown eyes landing on an oversized spiderman t-shirt. I take it along with a pair of baggy, grey sweatpants and the first pair of socks I see. They're long and look childish, I couldn't tell you what's on them but they're colorful.

"So he's coming to get his jacket?" Cam spoke up with a quiet, sleepy voice after finally getting out of bed. She was heading for the bathroom.
"Yeah." I said simply.
"Honestly, I would've just left it. Bro prolly thinks you're a heroin addict." She joked through a yawn. I wanted to roll my eyes or reply with anything but my head hurt so much it felt as though my heavy brain has melted into my eyes. Just moving them hurt so incredibly bad.

"I would've loved to die last night, a heroin addict at a party." I said. Talking is the most impulsive thing I do, even when my brain is eating at itself. I don't know how serious I was or ever am, but I always sound serious and monotone anyway.
Cam scoff-laughed. "Girl you would've died cause some creep would've raped you to death if it wasn't for Chris." She explained. "What?" I turned to look at her, not remembering what happened wasn't scary. It was only concerning. I guess it makes sense. Are you okay? his voice rang through my head.

"Yeah. I mean, I wasn't there but he told me about it. Some creepy guy was touching all up on you like a sex doll." The sink was running cold water as she lazily brushed her teeth. My stomach curled around itself, lungs twisting each other like flowers, my heart aimlessly walking around my throat. I felt so uncomfortable with what I was hearing. Disgusted? I don't think so..I don't know. I'm just feeling something uncomfortable, weird, stupid.

"That's fucking gross."

•••

Matt's car stopped in front of the apartment building. He let out a breath, eyeing the place. Something in him didn't feel good about letting Chris go in there. "Maybe she can just come out and give it to you?" His thoughts wandered to the worst scenarios. Although it wasn't clear what they were, they were bad. Like if Chris went in there he wouldn't come out. His heart went over and around, in between, under, above. His stomach going back and forth in random corners, his lungs crawling up to his throat. Something in Matt was nervous.
Knowing what he knew about the girl, he didn't want Chris near her. Or anyone like her, really.
"Matt, it's fine. I'll go in there, get it, come out. That's it. She probably feels awful anyway, I doubt she has the strength to go down 3 flights of stairs."

Chris opened the car door, Matt's face so unsure it even made him slightly nervous. Like he was doing something wrong or bad.

Walking into the apartment building, it wasn't silent. You could hear music playing from apartment rooms, someone arguing loudly. But it was silent enough for him to hear his own footsteps on the stairs. They echoed throughout the cold building.
Although he remembered the exact apartment she lived in, but as Chris went up the stairs, he couldn't help but keep checking his phone- where she had told him her apartment number.

He sighed, looking at the number. Her number. Chris' hand balled up into a soft fist before knocking.
He stood awkwardly, hearing nothing but silence before hearing footsteps.