I DON'T CARE !!chris sturniolo

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"So, you party a lot?" Chris asked, taking a sip of his pepsi from the can. "Eh.." I shrug, "Like a little bit. I try not to party too much, good ol' case of the addiction gene I guess." I laugh lightly, then my eyes dart over to the serious face he's making. "I'm joking." I clarify with a smile, sitting down at the kitchen counter in front of him. "Do you remember anything from last night?" He questioned, a tint of curiosity in his voice.

"Not much. I know you helped and whatever. Thank you, by the way." I said as nicely as I could. "Yeah, no problem." Chris answered politely, "Do you know the guy you were with?"

"Yeah, it was my friend Dylan probably, why?" I asked, completely clueless. His face dropped in a saddened way. It was subtle but noticeable, his eyebrows furrowed with pity. "What?" I asked, not smiling anymore and my voice more monotone than polite. "Uh...he was like..touching you weird I guess." Chris responded in a very obviously uncomfortable way.
My eyebrows furrowed in confusion, demanding more information.

"It was really like..." He scratched the back of his head, bringing it down to the pepsi as both his hands held on gently. "Like really rapey." My eyebrows shot up, my eyes popped out slightly in horror, I was in utter shock. "Dylan's a sweetheart it must've been someone else.." I tried to brush it off. As the silence went on for a few seconds, his words were biting at me. Dylan was touching me in a 'rapey' way? I mean...he offered the heroin..fuck.

I put my face in my hands, brushing across my eyes and going down my cheeks. It was definitely Dylan. "You shouldn't be ashamed about it. It's that guy that needs to be embarrassed." Chris comforted, still sipping his pepsi.
"Thank you." I said genuinely, feeling my stomach twist itself at the thought of Dylan being a sex offender. My lungs climb each other as my vocal cords scratch my throat. He smiled softly at me at an attempt to comfort me before going back to a monotone face. "It wasn't your friend Dylan, right?"
I huffed, not daring to keep eye contact with Chris. I felt weak and uncomfortable. As I looked back up at him, I realised his eyebrows furrowed into a sad expression. Something so genuine I've never seen in a man before this moment. "I'm sorry.." Chris soothed.

"It's fine..whatever." I shook my head, laughing lightly in an attempt to not make the situation more serious than it is. I don't like serious situations.
"You should go to the police." He stated.
"I'll live." I said in a slightly sarcastic tone.
No matter what I said, his pity remained obvious on his face. I hated it. I appreciate nice people, but sometimes it's easier to talk to mean people. People who don't care and would rather make fun of you than try to comfort you.

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I feel bad for her.

I can tell that she's fake laughing her way through it, I don't even wanna leave at this point. What happened to her was so obviously not okay and she's so obviously not okay.
I debate on what to say as my eyes watch her face, her expression, every little change in it. Her eyes are painful to look at, it makes me wanna hug her.
"You wan't me to stay?" I blurted out. I only realised how inappropriate and weird it is to say anything about staying after talking about what we just talked about, especially as a guy.
I immediately wanted to take it back after the first millisecond of silence. To my surprise, I was relieved when her lips curled into a small smile- "Sure."