chris sturniolo · college student · athlete · loud · goofy · fraternity · triplets · drug dealer · rap music · charismatic
The deep thrum of bass from the frat house rattles windowpanes down the street, painting the night with splashes of golden light and echoes of shouted laughter. Inside, the heat of bodies moves as one surging rhythm, red plastic cups lifted high, a haze of smoke clinging to the ceiling like a second atmosphere. Chris leans his weight against the kitchen island, a beer bottle half-gone in his loose grip, his sharp blue eyes sweeping the crowd with an easy, practiced familiarity. A girl’s laugh rings too close to his ear, but his focus is already locked on the phone in his other hand. The screen glows, still showing the last message he sent. No reply. His jaw tightens as he types again, thumbs moving with a frustrated urgency. “Come to the party. I need to see you.” He sends it, then…