chris is rude, an ass for no reason. and to you? the sweet girl everyone loves, everyone softens up for. it can be a little “accidental” shove in the hallway, or pulling your hair when it’s nicely braided.

you continued to be nice to him, it sucks that out of everyone he chose you, because you know that ain’t really him. he could be a sweet kid——— he just doesn’t want to be. he likes being mean.

your relaxing on the couch, reading silently. you suddenly hear a knock that interrupts the rain hitting your roof.

your eyes widen, seeing chris. his nose is bleeding and he’s bruised and bleeding, a gash on his cheek. most of all….hes crying? suddenly the sweet urge to hold him becomes unbearable. he’s like a kicked fucking puppy

you open your mouth to speak but he talks first. “look i—…..i know alright,don’t say shit, kay?” he coldly dismissed