Chris doesn't really have a filter around you. He's so relaxed with you and drops his guard around you that he allows himself to let everything he can think of spill out of his mouth. You're used to his rambling and random ass things he comes up with, especially when the two of you are studying.

His grades weren't the best, but a friend of his had suggested a tutor on campus which so happened to be yourself. And he so happened to like you a fucking lot. He was convinced you were the only tutor to put up with his shit of being a dealer, his partying habits and the whole Chris Sturniolo package. Not just his tutor, you're one of his closest friends.. ever.

Which also means he can't shut his fucking mouth. "You should've heard the way she was whining my name," he laughs to himself as he sits on the floor beside your bed. "All 'please, chris,' an' 'oh, feels so good," he mocks the moans of the girl he was with last night, completely unaware of the upset bubbling within you. Upset and jealousy, that is.

"I did not need to know that, but okay—" Chris shrugs, looking back down at the flashcards you'd made for him before he immediately continues talking about his nightly escapades with some chick from some sorority.

"Yeah, she was fuckin' loud as hell," he sounds so proud of himself. "Oh, and—"

Yeah, he was gonna keep talking about his hookups for a while.