─────── 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 48 ! ----- ( real life . . . ) ❛ no need to pretend ❜
ᵣₑₐₗ ₗᵢfₑ !
After everything that happened, the last thing chris expected to see is mikayla waiting at his locker. she's leaning against it, her head down as she mindlessly scrolls on her phone and he's almost admiring her. but there's a crease between his eyebrows, because what is mikayla doe doing in front of him?
as he maneuvers through the crowded hallway, filled to the brim with his classmates, the only person he's paying attention to is her. mikayla slowly looks up, their eyes locking and chris feels his heart drop to the floor at the sudden feeling he gains in his chest. he hates that he's fallen so hard for her, especially because of how nathan continuously preaches that they simply cannot be together.
but he wants mikayla, he's going to get her back. not in a fake way, but a real way. finally, chris makes it to his locker, holding onto the strap of his bag. he looks down at her, watching as she straightens her posture. chris is confused why she's here, considering how they're supposed to be meeting at matt's locker since it's closest to the exit, but he's not complaining at all.
he punches in his combination, looking down at her. "you're at my locker?" he hesitantly questions her and her facial expression twists up.
"um, yeah?" she huffs, crossing her arms. chris takes a couple of books out of his backpack, shoving them into the locker and he feels mikayla's eyes burning through him.
he dryly chuckles, slamming his locker door shut and zipping his bag up once he finishes. "why?" chris harshly questions to conceal the immense feeling of joy towards the fact that she's willingly here and not forced; so he thinks.
"is that a serious question?" miks asks through a scoff, tilting her head slightly. but her tone just shows chris that she isn't actually angry at him, because to chris, it seems like she's forcing the bitterness her voice. "matt...?" she mumbles and chris side-eyes her.
chris slams his locker shut, leaning on it with folded arms. "jesus, mikayla you've known us for years but you still can't tell the different between us?" he teases her, trying to make a joke to ease the tension in the air but mikayla narrows her eyes. "i'm not matt, i'm chris."
"you're an ass," she quickly retaliates as her expression dulls.
he's honestly only trying to make a joke to try and make her laugh, but it seems like mikayla's just going to continue to play hard to get. no worries, chris thinks to himself, knowing that he has game regardless. "no but seriously, why are you here?"
