─────── you got me down on my knees
it's getting harder to breathe out . . .
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𝑰𝑵 𝑾𝑯𝑰𝑪𝑯 . . .
𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨 has always been
a player at heart, but this finally
changes when he falls for
𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐞...
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🎱. . .CHAPTER 43 ! ----- ( real life . . . ) ❛ i'm not yours ❜
ᵣₑₐₗ ₗᵢfₑ !
Chris looks up at the ceiling above his head, his brunette waves slightly covering his eyes. he listens to mason and nick chuckle at their phones, trying to tune them out since he doesn't feel like talking to anybody right now. chris is assuming that it's about him based on the fact that his friends keep looking at him, then exchanging glances with each other, repeating the actions multiple times.
he huffs, deeply hating the fact that it seems like nothing is going to help him get mikayla back. chris repeatedly turns his phone on, waiting for mikayla to text him up rather than leave him on opened, but still nothing. now all he can think about is the conversation he had with nate yesterday.
It's only seconds later that he realizes nathan's now in the kitchen with him, the two of them alone after almost two hours of them being around everyone else. honestly, chris has been avoiding a setting like this since he's trying to avoid nate confronting him over the weak excuse he made with mikayla.
but throughout the whole movie, nathan was shooting chris glares, clearly irritated about something. "hey man," chris speaks up, breaking the silence then taking a sip of his canned pepsi.
nate clears his throat, resting his hand on the marble kitchen counter. "can we talk, it's important," he says, not giving away whether it's positive or negative with his tone of voice.
chris feels a pit in his stomach, slowly setting his drink down and deeply hoping that this conversation isn't going to be about what he thinks it is. he leans on the kitchen counter, mentally preparing for this. "yeah, what's up?" chris hesitantly questions with a blank expression across his face.
"i know something's going on between you and mikayla," nathan acknowledges the change in behavior between chris and his sister, watching as chris nervously chews on his bottom lip. "it's gotta stop dude. i mean it, you need to back off," he grumbles, watching as the small smile on chris' face fades.
"i—" chris pauses, not knowing exactly how to reply to this. he's been caught out and he thinks that if he even attempts to deny the truth, nate will know he's lying. he glances around his surroundings to try and avoid making eye contact with nate. "uh..." he utters, awkwardly chuckling to avoid escalating the tension.
