BRR! - A Sturniolo Triplet Special

october thirteenth

DEALER CHRIS

The party was in full swing. Everyone seemed to be having a good time. I was sitting on Chris' lap the entire night, not really feeling in the mood for partying. I didn't really know many people in the frat house anyway. A Jack Harlow song could be felt and heard throughout the house, the ground shaking with the beat of the song. I sang along the the words every so often, scrolling on my phone too. Chris was typically stationed in the gaming room. Away from all the prying eye's. It was more secure, less of a chance someone would try something on him. Not like he wasn't packing protecting in case something did happen. I had gotten bored of watching the gaming screens play some random TV show (that I couldn't really hear over the music anyway), I turned and sat on Chris' lap sideways. "I'm gonna go grab a soda from the fridge, do you want one?" Chris nods, "Pepsi please." I kissed his cheek and moved from his lap. "Of course."

I left the gaming room, a few straggler slouched around the room, a couple making out sensually. But other than that, it was empty. I headed through the halls alone, but the people seemed to be more than usual, which made me nervous. I had never been a party girl, it was just something I never got invited to when I was in high school. But high school and college are two different things. Chris actually had a brother, Matt, and he was the one I met first. In my English Lit 101, we had to write an essay on a childhood story and share with one other person in the class. I was partnered up with Matt and ever since then, we've been close. I got closer to Chris though in a more romantic way, but we're not dating technically. I get to the kitchen. More people than I'd like to be around. If the party was a bit smaller, more casual, I'd probably be seen on the dance floor with my girls, but something about tonight seemed to put me on edge. It felt different. Strange. 

Chris wasn't drinking tonight and neither was I, we were planning on skipping out on the party in a little bit and heading back to my place. My dorm was close enough to walk, so technically, we wouldn't need to drive anywhere, much less drive drunk, but Chris thought it was a bad idea for either of us to be drunk walking to my dorm. He was sweet when he wanted to be, you know they all are. I've had my fair share of run-ins with people like Chris. They were just so attracted to me. The guys who were 'nice' to you, only to want to fuck. You know it's not true, that they only want sex. I knew it wasn't true, because even after we had sex, Chris stuck around. The truth was, they wanted more than a false feeling of intimacy, they wanted real love and devotion, but none of them had the brains to put the effort into making it come true. 

They liked to play a character. They liked to do bad thing's to catch the attention of girls too good for them, girls who just wanna have fun for a moment before reality strikes. They probably got taken advantage of really young. Some older girl probably had her claw like acrylic nails wrapped around his heart and he'd never forget her, never let her let him go. So he'd go around and try and find someone just like her to fill the gap while she's gone, or they'll find the complete opposite of her to forget her without truly erasing her from memory. 

I was still trying to figure it out with Chris. Who he had been in love with once. The woman who broke his heart, who took his innocence when he wasn't ready yet. I wondered if she slept in the same bed as Chris and I did. Or maybe she wasn't a recent heartbreak, maybe she was a high school girl. Maybe even earlier than that. Maybe it was someone he never really had the chance to be with. Maybe he hadn't even had his heart broken yet and I was reading him wrong. 

Nonetheless, Chris wasn't who he portrayed himself to be. He was sweet and gentle when he wanted to be. When he was sweet, he liked calling me pretty and picking out my outfits, tieing my shoes for me. When he was gentle he'd wash my hair and braid it back for me, he'd trace his fingers up and down my arm to lull me to sleep.