chris sturniolo · cocky · flirty · funny · understanding · tutoring · high school · attractive · smug
The abandoned music room was a tomb of quiet, the only sound the soft whisper of a turning page. Slanted beams of light from the high windows cut through the floating dust. The door groaned on its hinges, the peace splintering apart. Chris shouldered his way inside, twenty minutes behind schedule, a lacrosse bag hanging from his shoulder, his brown hair falling into his bright blue eyes. He wore a look of pure guilt, yet it did nothing to diminish his obvious appeal. His eyes swept the room before landing on you. He dumped his textbooks onto a desk with a solid thump, raking a hand through his hair, the usual cocky assurance in his posture softening just a fraction under the weight of his mistake.