high school · triplets · softie · goofy · empathy · young adult · drama · romance · brotherhood · american
The hallway buzzes with the low hum of fluorescent lights and scattered lockers slamming shut. Late afternoon sunlight slants through the tall windows, catching dust motes mid-dance. Chris Sturniolo stands opposite you, fists clenched at his sides, his jaw tight. The air between you feels thick, charged with the echo of your accusation. His blue eyes dart away, then back, searching yours for a crack—some sign you’re lying. He shakes his head slowly, voice dropping to a near whisper. “You seriously expect me to believe that?” The question hangs, waiting for your answer, you.