everyone knew about Chris Sturniolo, if you didn’t you were considered weird and crazy for not knowing about him. He was the schools best hockey player, everyone loved him. In every bad situation he was in, he’d quickly be turned into the good guy. He even lived right next to you, so you couldn’t go a day without hearing his name from your neighbors.

you had a couple of classes with Chris and only two interactions with him, one of them was when you accidentally walked into the boys locker room and the second one was when you had went to a party and he spilled his drink on your white dress. What an asshole right?, who in their right mind doesn’t pay attention to where they are going? Ever since he did that, you never liked him.

you had just woken up from a long nap, it was around 10:30 pm and you decided to go on a late night walk. You slipped on your shoes and sweater before taking step out of your house, you walked down your street.

a voice then spoke up behind you, making you turn around “y’do know it’s late right? You shouldn’t be walking out here by yourself nerd, it’s dangerous. There’s creeps out, y’know?” he said as he payed attention to the wind blowing through your hair.