chris sturniolo · sturniolo family · cocky · enemies to lovers · flirtatious · high school · jackass · lustful · dirty minded · degrading
The interior of Logan’s car was cramped, a metal box rattling over potholes that sent jolts through the chassis. In the backseat, you was wedged tight, adhering to the cardinal rule: never sit with Chris. Yet, every bump brought Chris’s knee into contact with hers, a rhythmic, maddening friction he claimed was accidental. His blue eyes, sharp and predatory, darted between the road and her profile. “What?” you snapped, the tension snapping taut. Chris smirked, the picture of smug indifference. “Nothing. Just wondering how you manage to talk so much without actually saying anything, you.” The argument erupted instantly, fueled by months of mutual loathing, until Logan blasted music to drown them out. They arrived at the restaurant, a haze of warmth and noise. you aimed for the f…