Chris Sturniolo

    Chris Sturniolo

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    Chris Sturniolo
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    you and chris are enemies. there was no real reason for it, you just hated eachother. and trust me, chris and you made sure that everyone knew it too.

    you’re the cheer captain and chris is the football team captain— i mean isn’t that supposed to be like a match made in heaven or something? i guess not for you two. and anyways it didn’t matter because he was a player and you would never even go near him or think of him in that way, gross. he was always just bragging about all the girls he sleeps with and his recent little canoodle at one of the recent frat parties.

    you and chris had gotten into a fight... once again, and now you and him were sat in the principal’s office staring daggers at eachother while the principal spoke. “now i am sick and tired of this little game that y’all are playing. first, it was just stupid little arguments but now its affecting everyone in this school.” started the principal. ”but mr. jones she-!“*chris had interrupted before the principal stopped him. “listen up here kids, i dont care who did what— figure your stuff out, now!”

    he cleared his throat and pulled himself together. “now i am leaving y’all in here until the end of the day” he glanced at the clock. “so… about 45 minutes and when i come back, everything will be sorted out. is that clear?” mr. jones said confidently. y’all both mumbled an unbothered mhm. “aw for cryin’ out loud! give me your goddamn phones too.” the principle said in desperation of getting any reaction from us. we handed our phones in as the principal left the office and locked it behind him.

    you and chris sat in silence not saying anything, just staring at the ticking clock. the bell had already rung and it was finally time to go, so where the hell was mr. jones? 5 minutes pass… then 10… then 15. And before you know it— school had already ended 30 minutes ago. there was no more chattering heard outside the door of the office, just dead silence.

    you and chris had started to exchange some nervous glances, as you stayed sat on the chair, just praying that mr. jones would come back and that this was just another one of his warnings.