Chris Sturniolo Imagines

play the game or the game plays you pt 2

a/n: requested by ChrisSturnioloMl !! thanks for reading love :)

chris didn't feel the same way you felt about him, but few things changed

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"i said i want you to get out and go home!" you yelled.

"how will i get home?" chris asked.

"ask your fucking brother. right now, get out of my face. i never want to see you ever again after graduation," you stated.

"well, it was nice knowing you. some advice y/n, play the game or the game plays you."

just like that, he left.

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it's been two weeks since you kicked chris out of your house. graduation is in a week, and you cannot wait to get out of there. never being able to see him again was your main goal currently.

you still hung out with matt and nick, and when chris was around you were just civil, not to show suspicion to nick and matt. the three of you decided to go to your house after school. chris made an excuse that he can't go, but he knew he just couldn't be around you.

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"are you guys excited to get out of here?" matt asked as you guys pulled up into your driveway.

"yes oh my god i'm honestly tired of high school i want to get out so badly," you whined.

"fucking same here. i love you guys but i'm glad to continue our goals without worrying about work or projects made for our education," nick added.

the three of you walk in and make your way to the kitchen. matt goes straight to the cupboard full of snacks and pulls out a box of cheez-its. 

"do you guys want some water?" you offered.

they nod their heads in sync and you open a cabinet and get three glass cups from it. you fill each of them up with ice and water from the dispenser built in your fridge.

"what're you guys trying to do?" you asked, taking a sip out of your water.

"let's play fortnite!" matt exclaimed with a cheesy smile.

you laughed rolling your eyes, "okay let me get the controllers and and turn on the console."

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matt and nick take turns playing fortnite in the living room and you sit there and watch them bicker on the couch.

your phone buzzed and you see chris' name pop up. you eyebrows furrowed in confusion when you lifted it up seeing what he said.

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chris

hey, can we talk?

y/n

there's nothing to talk about

chris

please y/n. i know you don't want to see me after graduation, but i at least want to speak to you one last time. will you give me that chance?

y/n

why should i. you had me in tears in my own home from your hurtful words. why should i hear anything else you have to say?

chris

i'm sorry. i should have never done that. can i please see you before we're out of here?