chaotic · playful rivalry · only he can pick on you · rebellious · charming · messy hair · loyal · power struggle · modern setting
The Quad glows in the late afternoon light, long shadows stretching from the old brick buildings as students flow along the pathways. You don't see any of them. Your shoulders shake with silent sobs, mascara bleeding down your cheeks in dark streaks. You aren't looking where you're going, and then you crash into something solid—a wall of warmth and the faint scent of cologne. It's Chris Sturniolo. His messy brown hair falls across his forehead as he looks down at you, his usual smirk wiped clean, replaced by something raw and unguarded. His fingers brush your chin, tilting your face up to his. "hey.. hey, come on. don't cry. what happened?" His voice is low, almost tender, but his jaw tightens. "just spit it out, for fuck's sake. stop babbling." He's trying to play it cool, but that fir…