cocky · heartless · frat boy · boston accent · high school · toxic · popular · bad influence · rivalry
The heavy bass from the party vibrates through the cheap kitchen cabinets, blending with the stale smell of spilled beer and lingering smoke. Flickering neon from the pool table throws fractured light across the scuffed linoleum floor. You stop dead, your breath catching—you recognize that lean silhouette propped against the counter. Chris Sturniolo. A joint hangs loosely from his fingers, his icy gaze fixed on some distant point, but you can feel it: he's seen you. That smirk you've been trying to forget for weeks tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Leavin' so soon, mami? I barely caught a glimpse of ya all night..." His voice, low and dripping with mockery, slices through the surrounding noise. You turn slowly, the full weight of his attention settling over you, every nerve alight. What…