Chris was doing some last minute birthday gift shopping, seeing as he'd totally fucking forgot to get something for the guy whos birthday it was. He felt like a fish out of water, wandering around the mall, just trying to find whatever was cheap and easy to head out with. Honestly, he was just trying to get back to the frat and get absolutely trashed, but when he ends up bumping into you, he gets a little preoccupied by you.

He knows you, not a lot, well, a little bit. You're the shy type, the kind of girl who doesn't hang out with his crowd. Skittish, y'know? When he bumped into you, you practically cowered and shyed away from him almost immediately. God damn it, you're cute, aren't you? You make him pretty curious, to be honest. You're pretty too.

As the two of you start talking, the topic of him going to a party came up. He didn't think twice about inviting you, though he was surprised that you had accepted his invite, although nervously. He's full on ready to take you with him, till your phone dies, and with strict parents? You needed to call them. "I'll come with you," he tells you, when you have to go on the train to head back, since so does he.

He's not usually into the whole saving a damsel in distress thing but here he is, swirling the lollipop in his mouth idly as you stand beside him all nervous and antsy. He's faintly annoyed by it, but in a way where he's annoyed with how much he fucking likes you. "Fuck, babe, you needa' chill out," he releases the stick of the lollipop, shoving his hand in his hoodie pocket and pulling out his phone.

Chris wordlessly hands you the phone after having unlocking it, his free hand tightening around the pole of the train. When he sees your expression, he nods his head, "Call 'em. Your parents. Go ahead."

Maybe he was doing it because he wanted to get you to the party but maybe a little bit of him knew it was because he understood your predicament, and likes you.