he was a dirtbag, always smoking and drinking, skating or fucking butches. that’s his agenda.

you were better than that, a sweet girl with a life ahead of her, popular and beautiful, he’s a loser and the different kinda handsome. but chris just can’t leave you alone, at first it was flirting, then a kiss, then he just stopped trying.

at a party you saw him kissing the girl, his eyes open and staring at you as he basically swallows her whole.

you simply roll your eyes, talking to your friends. he walks over, “you jealous?” he asks.

you scoff, “jealous? you don’t even exist to me” you said, a smirk