⁰¹⁵this is goodbye !

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💋

❛ but mostly, i hate the way i don't hate you.

not even close. not even a little bit. not even at all ❜

flawlesschris sturniolo !

































・┈・┈・┈・┈・┈・┈・┈maxi's pov...💋

. . . 1:05PM IN THE EVENING


      cheers erupt from the stadiums as i score my second goal of the game.

looking to the bleachers, i find my parents, them cheering and clapping for me with smiles drawn on their faces. i lock eyes with them and smile back, excitement running through my veins and making my heart race with happiness.

but just as i'm about to turn away, i spot someone else in the audience.

standing right beside them; curly brown hair and ocean blue eyes stare at me. our gazes crash together and i find myself sucking in a strangled breath to calm myself.

i look away quickly, breaking the spell of chris's intoxicating eyes on mine, heart rate starting to slam into my rib cage.

and while focusing back onto the game i can't escape the feeling of his eyes watching my every step. nervousness to do my best flows through me.

i know i shouldn't be nervous about some i don't care about. about someone i'm trying to shove into the past.

but i just can't shake the indescribable feeling of his piercing eyes on mine. and i can't help but want to look perfect under his gaze.

later, after the final whistle blows, everyone leaves the field to search for their bags and parents. i try to blend into the shadows to escape chris, knowing he probably wants to talk to me. why else would he want to watch my game?

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