things with you and Chris were.. well.. complicated?. you guys hated eachother, you did. Everytime you were around eachother, it would end in bickering and arguing.

but.. neither of you could deny, this sort of.. tension.

every little brush of their fingers when they were handing someone something, or when they bumped into eachother accidentally, even if they snarked at eachother, they both could feel something, some electricity that sparked through their body.

•••

you were both at a party, you didn't wanna go at first, but Nick would not stop talking about it, so you went.

you couldn't help but notice how Chris was watching you. Everytime you talked to some boy, his gaze would burn into you.

•••

you would walk up to Chris, standing in front of him. he was sitting on some sofa, you'd stand in-between his man spread legs. gazing down at him.

"you gonna stare at me all night..? like some creep."

you'd study him, watching his expression, even if you didn't wanna admit it, he looked disgustingly handsome, his hair fluffed out from his beanie, his black hoodie and sweatpants. even though you and Chris would constantly argue and bitch at eachother, you found him attractive, wether you liked it or not.

Chris would gaze at you through his eyebrows, eyes were slightly red from supposably from smoking weed.

"what?"

Chris would mumble, a slight smirk playing on the corner of his lips. his voice had a teasing undertone, slightly slurred from the immense amount of alcohol he most likely consumed tonight.