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Two weeks. It had been two weeks since I had willingly spoken to Chris. He keeps blowing up my phone every night around 2 am, which shows he truly only misses me when he's alone. I was up late studying for a test I had coming up on Monday, when he called me. He usually sticks to texting, so I was pretty shocked at the phone call.
I ignore it and resume my studying, but he calls again. I stare at my phone for a second before picking it up and hitting the red decline button. I set it back down just for it to ring again. Ignoring a text is easy, but ignoring a phone call? It's slowly chipping away at my strength to stay away.
"What?" I snapped into the phone once I had accepted the call, hearing Chris gasp loudly.
"Holy fuck I didn't think you'd answer." Chris speaks, his voice heavy. God, I had missed his voice so much.
I shake my head, "What do you want, Chris?" I ask, closing my laptop and setting it on my nightstand. I know I won't be studying anymore tonight. My mind will be preoccupied by Chris.
"Come over?" He asks simply, making me scoff.
"You're kidding right?" I ask incredulously, "We haven't spoken in two weeks and you think I'll just come over?" He sucks in a breath at my tone, which makes me happy.
"Please, baby I miss you." He whispers into the line, making me frown.
I check the time, "So you only miss me when you're alone." I state, as it's now just past 1 am and he's bound to be in bed, alone I'd hope.
"No, Stella. Just come over so we can fight this shit out or something. I want you to be here with me, please." Chris pleads, making my heart tighten. He sounded so sad and it nearly broke me.
"What's in it for me?" I ask curiously, seeing what he'd be willing to do for me to come.
Chris groans slightly, "I'll literally walk to your dorm right now and walk you here. I have a blunt we can share?" He offers, making me actually think about it.
I deeply sigh, knowing I'll regret this tomorrow, "How soon can you be here?" I ask, standing from my bed and pulling my hair out of the bun it was in.
Chris laughs lightly, "I'm already here." I gasp and turn to the window, and sure enough Chris is leaning against the light post right outside my dorm building.
"You seriously walked here not knowing if I would even agree to coming?" I ask him, watching as a grin spreads across his lips.
"I was gonna resort to throwing rocks at your windows had you not answered me." He responded, making me shake my head. He was a hopeless romantic and he didn't even know it.
"I'll be down in a few." I tell him before I hang up. I quickly brush my hair, and slip on some socks and shoes before I'm ready to walk out the door. I grab my phone and a hoodie before I sneak my way out of my dorm, praying I don't run into anyone. Thank god Sam isn't home. I finally get outside without getting caught and Chris is instantly walking up to me.
He wraps his arms around my shoulder and brings my body into his, hugging me tightly against his chest. The butterflies in my stomach go insane at his action, barely processing how I wrapped my arms around him too.
"I've missed you." Chris whispered into my hair, making me tighten my grip around him.
"I missed you too." I reply, letting him pull away and grab my hand, intertwining our fingers together. We make the walk back to his frat house in silence, everything feeling so easy when it comes to him. It wasn't awkward, and I needed to remind myself why I was pissed at him.
He leads me into the house, locking the door behind him and we make our way up the stairs and into his room. He had his led lights on, fading from green to blue. He sits on his bed, dragging me to sit next to him. We had a slight gap between us and he didn't like that, so I watched in amusement as he shuffled closer to me, making our thighs rest against each other.
"You gonna yell at me now?" He asks quietly, making me frown. I wanted to be angry at him but he just seemed so low energy I didn't have the heart to do it right now.
"No." I shake my head, grabbing his hand and playing with his fingers. He sighs in contentment and leans his head on my shoulder. He pulls out the blunt he promised to share with me, quickly lighting it up and handing it to me. We sit in silence as we pass the blunt back and forth.
A small part of me was sad he didn't shotgun with me, but it just shows he was trying to respect me and it meant more to me than I realized.
"Chris?" I ask quietly.
"Hm?" He hums back to me, while snuggling into my body more than he was before.
"It really hurt me." I replied, making Chris lift his head so he could meet my eyes.
"What did?" He asks, watching me as I quickly look away.
"Seeing you with her." I whisper, feeling the tears pool in my eyes, "I know we aren't exclusive, but it still hurts me so bad to see you with someone else." I tell him, watching his face for any sign of emotion. He was staying strong on not letting anything come through, he wasn't the easiest person to read.
"I'm sorry." He whispers back to me, laying his head back down. I bring my hand to his hair and slowly twist it through my fingers.
"Sorry you did it, or sorry you got caught?" I ask him, feeling him tense up against me. I shouldn't have come here. He won't change for me, hell he might never change.
"I shouldn't have come." I sighed sadly, trying to unwind Chris' body from mine.
"Its way too late for you to go home, please stay." Chris begs me, as he tightens his grip around my waist. I try to blink the tears away, "I'll sleep on the couch or something." I murmur, trying my best to get off his bed.
He rolls his body so now he's fully laying on top of me, looking into my eyes. A single tear falls and he brings a gentle hand up to wipe it away.
"You know I don't do relationships, Stella. I'm sorry if I made it seem like we were. I'm not going to change my mind on that anytime soon." He tells me, and I could feel my heart breaking with every word.
"The way you treat me sometimes tells me something different." I tell him, watching his eyes as they travel down my face, "You wanted to get to know me. You wanted me at your hockey games wearing your jersey. You didn't like it when I showed up with someone else at your party. You literally just told me you were gonna throw rocks at my fucking window in order to get my attention."
I shake my head with a sarcastic smile on my face, "Don't you see it Chris? Don't you see how I can think these things about you?" I ask him, making him close his eyes briefly.
"I don't know what it is about you Stella. It's like I'm craving to be around you as much as I can but there's something holding me back." He whispers, placing a gentle kiss on my cheek before he rolls off of me and lays facing me on his side. I shuffle to face him too, unsure of what to say or what to do.
"Can't we just have some fun? Keep it light and happy and have no expectations?" He asks me, making me frown.
"I don't know if I can handle that, Chris." I tell him with a sigh, making him suck in a breath. "But I can try." I watch the smile form on his lips before he's attacking me with kisses all over my face, making me giggle like an idiot in love.
Damn me for being a people pleaser.
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FanfictionEstella Sinclair was known for getting good grades by most. But by some, she was known as Stella. There was a stark difference between Estella and Stella, and she was clear on who got what version of herself. Christopher Sturniolo had a pretty noto...
