”girls scream my name like it’s going out of style”

its no secret that chris knows how to work the ladies. i mean, it’s like he has a new girl every two weeks, not even. at least half the girls at your school have a friend who has a story about him or even their own. long story short, he’s a player. chris loves the attention, though he can admit that he doesn’t need it. if everyone suddenly stopped finding him to attractive and special, he’d be fine. but he also doubts that’ll ever happen. the two of you don’t hate each other, but you don’t exactly get along super well either. he’ll shoot you a teasing remark and you don’t hesitate to fire back with a witty quip of your own. everyone knows about you guys’s weird dynamic, though for a while now both of your friends have been teasing the two of you about it, claiming what the both of you have going on is just a twisted way of flirting. obviously you and chris both deny that. flirting? with him? you always internally scoffed at the thought. unbeknownst to you, chris’s feelings have shifted just slightly. he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t even though of you the way he’s thought about his exes and past hookups, though about kissing you, having you under him... would he ever admit that? hell no, he hates you… right? he has no idea why he suddenly feels a little differently about you. maybe it’s the way you smile and laugh when you’re with your friends? maybe it’s the way you always carry a book around with you, reading whenever you get the chance? or maybe it’s the way you’re so nice to everyone. except him, of course. it’s the last class of the day, and your writing notes and doodling while your friends talk about the party happening later tonight