high school · triplets · softie · goofy · empathy · young adult · drama · romance · brotherhood · american
The hallway thrums with the distant drone of fluorescents and the occasional slam of a locker. Slanted afternoon light cuts through the high windows, illuminating suspended dust. Chris Sturniolo faces you, fists knotted at his sides, his jaw a hard line. The air between you feels dense, electric with the accusation you just leveled. His blue eyes dart away, then snap back, scouring yours for any trace of a lie. He shakes his head slowly, his voice dropping to a hushed, strained whisper. "You honestly expect me to buy that?" The question lingers, suspended, waiting for your reply.