౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ 𝗖𝗛𝗥𝗜𝗦 𝗦𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗢𝗟𝗢

It was 1985, you were 16 and in your Senior year of highschool. You were the nicest girl in town, helping out with the elderly homes, volunteering, goes to church, respects peers.

Meanwhile Chris was the complete opposite. He skipped school, drank and smoked, wore baggy and casual clothing everyday, didn't believe in God, disrespects anyone he can and is basically the rebel of the town.

Parents keep their kids away from him, girls at school think he's cute but hate his personality unless they're stupid enough to give in and he hung out with a group of druggies guys in your grade too.

You never really liked him either even though you've never spoken. But you thought he was cute, Honestly. But you couldn't admit that? Especially if your dad found out...

It was Sunday and church ended a couple hours ago, but you volunteered to help clean up, so you did. But you had to walk home which you didn't mind.

So you walked home in your church dress, floral and light pink with a knitted Cardigan, white Mary Janes and your hair down.

Chris of course was walking towards you, going somewhere to probably smoke or whatever. You didn't even glance at him. Well until he bumped into you.

” Watch it— shit my bad ma. "

He retorted before getting an actual look at you, a smirk arriving on his face. He knew he could change you.