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19 Chris

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"We need to talk."

Her clipped tone replays in my head as she moves around me to sit down. I nervously fidget with the bracelet on my left wrist as I sit back down, staying silent. When Stella needed to say something, I knew it would go better if I just let her talk until she's ready for my response.

"Nick and Matt are worried about you." She stated blankly, making me roll my eyes. Of course they went to her to come talk to me about how I've been acting lately.

"Don't roll your damn eyes at me Chris, or at your brothers. You know you've been acting weird so either cut that shit out or talk that shit out." Stella spits, and I nod in response. Her eyes were full of fury and I can't help but find it incredibly sexy, she was always on another level when she was mad.

"And who am I supposed to talk to?" I ask her, leaning on my arms and leaning slightly forward.

I watch her eyebrows furrow, "Anyone? Just figure your shit out so your brothers don't have to worry about you anymore." She explains hastily, her eyes darting around my face but never meeting my eyes.

"So I'm just supposed to talk to anyone about why I've felt so lost, when the entire reason for it is right in front of me?" I question her again, watching the way she visibly flinches as the words leave my mouth, "You didn't seriously think there was any other reason for it, did you?"

Stella shakes her head slightly, rubbing her sweaty palms against her jeans.

"You're the reason, Stella." I whisper, watching her eyes finally meet mine.

"I don't believe you Chris." She eventually sighs, making me scoff immediately.

It was my turn to shake my head, "Believe it or not Stella, but you were more than a quick fuck to me. You became one of my closest friends, someone I could share anything with without judgment, then poof. You're gone." I tell her, selfishly letting my tone get angry.

I fully understood why she left, why she wanted to get away from me, but it still broke me in the process. I had never truly felt alone in a crowded room until she walked away from me. It's corny as fuck but I didn't realize what i had with her until she left me.

"Chris, that isn't fair and you know it." She mumbles her reply, running a shaky hand through her hair as she speaks.

"Look Stella, I'm sorry for how things ended up. I never intended for me to lead you on, but that's just not how I see it. I was being a friend to you, and you couldn't separate the idea of boyfriend me and best friend me. I haven't been someone's boyfriend since high school, and to be totally honest, i don't even hardly remember it at this point." I tell her, waiting for her to interrupt me by telling me to go to hell.

"You heavily impacted my life Stella, and I hate that I didn't notice it until you were gone. If you just give me another chance, shit like this won't happen again." I plead with her, watching her intently to see any sort of reaction. Stella was so fucking good at masking her emotions, it pissed me off, it made her so hard to read.

When she didn't reply, I continued, "Look, just come to my game tonight? I know I'd feel a lot better if you were there in the stands, just watching. You don't even have to cheer for me." I joked slightly, making a small grin slip onto her lips, but it was gone as quick as it appeared.