Chris knew he never left your mind.

You hated it. Even more so when you were the one who ended things with him. You had tried to move on. You had tried to find another who even slightly resembled the Sturniolo.

nothing worked. It had been months since you even spoke. Months of obsession with a boy you mistakenly convinced yourself wasn’t the one.

You had at least kept in contact with Nick. He reminded you often that you were his favorite out of all the girls Chris had seen previously.

It wasn’t long until Nick turned into your sort of wingman.

Chris begrudgingly allowed Nick to invite you to the big 21st birthday. He insisted it wouldn’t be the same without you.

Chris’ eyes were trained on you the entire party. Dancing, singing along with your girlfriends, talking to other guys… He focused on you in a way that seemed a bit too friendly for two exes. Especially when u met up with his brother at the drink table.

“How’s it been going? Have you talked to him yet?” Nick inquires with a knowing smirk. However, his face immediately dropping upon spotting his brother towering behind you.

“Talked to who?” Chris questions nonchalantly, picking up a drink from beside you and taking a slow sip. His eyes were intimidating, as if daring you to say anyone other than himself.