🎱. . .CHAPTER 31 ! -----
( real life . . . )
❛ okay, literally fuck you chris ❜

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With frustration coursing through his veins, chris wonders around eliana lockheart's abnormally large home while tightly holding onto a solo cup. see, matt said he was going to call him an uber, but while he was waiting patiently he noticed how abel and mikayla disappeared after ascending up the staircase. he definitely missed the uber, but mikayla's more important right now and he knows he's fucked things up again.

he doesn't care if it isn't his place to find out what's going on since they aren't in their fake relationship anymore, but that doesn't mean he isn't slightly curious as to what's going on.

as chris basically hunts for mikayla, his confusion is quickly ended as he comes face to face, alone, with her for the first time in a while.

she's standing outside of a room, leaning on the closed door with her attention locked on her phone and to chris, she looks beautiful right now. like really fucking beautiful with her slightly messy hair and perfect outfit.

"miks..." chris whispers and she looks up, her small smile immediately dropping once she realizes who's in front of her. mikayla throws her head back against the door, rolling her eyes as chris shuffles towards her.

chris is now standing in front of mikayla, towering over the girl slightly as the familiar scent of cinnamon and vanilla invade his senses, an aroma that's warm and comforting to him. it's mikayla's signature perfume and body wash which is why he smiles slightly.

mikayla clicks her fingers in front of chris' face to break him from his trance, succeeding as she looks up at him with wide eyes. "what do you want?" she snaps and he just scoffs.

"where's your boyfriend?" chris questions with a slightly tilted head, directly ignoring mikayla's question.

a frustrated huff of air escapes from mikayla's lips and she punches her nose bridge, clearly annoyed by chris' presence, "pissing."

chris lets out a chuckle at her lack of words, watching as her eyes narrow at him since she's presumably still mad after she saw him with eliana. but the thing is, chris couldn't care less about eliana lockhart because that's not the girl he wants. he just wants mikayla doe, and the only reason for his sudden closeness with the birthday girl was to make her jealous.

but it definitely didn't go to plan, because now mikayla just feels an immense amount of anger towards the triplet in front of her. however, chris is going to take it as a challenge since all he's planning on doing now is trying to get mikayla back.

chris taps on the door mikayla's leaning on, taking a step closer towards her. "in here?" he inquires quietly and the tension surrounding them skyrockets.

"aren't you supposed to be leaving in an uber right now?" mikayla sharply asks him with a certain tone as she bats her eyelashes at him. "instead you're here."

"that uber's long gone miks," chris tucks his hands into the back pockets of his baggy, camo pants as he shrugs his shoulders. "now i'm stranded at this dumb fucking party," chris purses his lips just as the door opens and reveals abel.

chris doesn't take a step back from mikayla, instead she moves away first as she knows how embarrassing this must be, considering how this is the second time abel's caught them.

"hey chris," abel awkwardly mumbles, pushing his lips into a thin line. his eyes flicker between the girl next to him and her fake ex boyfriend, tugging at the material of his sweater as chris looks at him, a grin on his face.

"hey abel," chris hums, repeating in the same judgey tone but adding extra emphasis on abel's name. he glances down at mikayla, acknowledging how she looks like she wants the world to swallow her whole, or anything else to get out of this situation.

a thick silence now surrounds them, and it's like each person is anticipating breaking it first. "do you want me to drop you home?" abel offers to chris, speaking up first and implying that he'd heard the whole conversation while he was in the bathroom.

mikayla looks up at chris, slightly shaking her head but chris doesn't care that this seems like the last thing mikayla wants right now. he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, pretending as if he's actually contemplating an answer. "that'd be great abel," chris replies, faking his grateful tone.

          The car ride has been the most awkward thing on earth for mikayla. she's currently sat in the front seat as abel drives and chris sits in the back with his arms folded. the only noises they can hear is the music subtly playing as well as the buzzing traffic from on goers driving by.

          mikayla's phones dead so she unfortunately has nothing else to entertain her as abel speeds down the highway. with the sun tucked away for the rest of the day, the yellow lights cast a glow on all of the cars.

abel looks down, realizing that his fuel light is flickering since his car is running low. he hasn't topped up since last night, so abel just pulls into the nearby gas station without uttering a word to anyone.

          he swerves his car into the entrance, parking next to one of the pumps and shifting the vehicle into park. "need to top up," he mumbles to them and mikayla replies with a small nod. abel unbuckles his seatbelt, his vision shifting to the girl next to him. "d'you want anything?"

          she softly smiles at him, shaking her head before he exits the vehicle. despite abel being right outside, filling the car with fuel, mikayla still looks up at the rear view mirror and she acknowledges how chris has been staring at her the whole time. mikayla lets out a sharp, frustrated breath before her gaze falls back to anything but chris sturniolo.

          "so..." chris slurs, most likely a little bit intoxicated from the party earlier. he leans back into the backseat, manspreading with all the available space as he adjusts his backwards cap. chris' hands fall to his lap, tugging at the material of his gray sweatpants. "have you guys kissed yet?" he questions with a grin.

           mikayla presses her glossy lips together, and she can't help but chuckle at chris' constant need to piss her off whenever they're having small but petty disagreements. "nope," mikayla says through a sigh, leaning her head on the window.

          chris lets out the most obnoxious chuckle at the words that just left mikayla's mouth. she just groans, picking up a nearby empty water bottle and throwing it back at him. "okay, literally fuck you chris," she seethes with a bitter tone, returning back to her original position.

          that same uncomfortable silence returns, as they watch abel walk into the store to pay. "eliana? really?" she says through a scoff but chris just throws his head back. he's aware that he made a mistake, but he acted out of jealousy towards how close she's been with abel for several days.

          "fuck," he breathes out, burying his head in his hands. chris sighs loudly while chewing on his bottom lip. "i wanna talk about this somewhere that isn't outside of a fucking gas station but your boyfriend's taking too long," chris complains before randomly exiting abel's car and slamming the door behind home

           he pulls his slightly sagging pants up, hiding his calvin klein boxers as he approaches the store and mikayla just glares at him, understanding that something is about to go very wrong.

          chris pushes the door open, the sound of a bell chiming echoes through his ears as he notices abel's curly hair peeking over a shelf. he's in the candy aisle, and chris clears his throat before appearing next to him.

          abel raises from his slightly crouched position, staring at chris with a packet of gushers in one hand and sour patch kids in the other. chris narrows his eyes at him, glancing at the two packets of candy, specifically the sour patch kids. "it's for mikayla," he murmurs, shaking the packet slightly.

          "she doesn't like those," chris immediately replies, reaching down for the packet of mini reese's cups instead. he holds onto the packet tightly and abel's face scrunches up at the unnecessary correction chris just gave him.

          "it's literally just candy dude..." abel huffs. "we're friends, i'm sure i know what she likes," he bitterly retorts with a scowl.

          chris' tongue glides across his bottom lip before he rolls it inside of his cheek, clenching the jaw at the entitlement layered in abel's tone. but he just shrugs, fully aware of what mikayla likes and doesn't like. "if you insist," he hums and they make their way to to till to pay. "it's a waste of money though."

          they both bring out the wallets, paying separately and further solidifying the hostility the have towards each other. chris throws the packet of reese's into abel's plastic bag, and he kisses his teeth at the action as they make their way back to the car.

          mikayla's face lights up as she notices that they're both still breathing and haven't ripped each other's throats out; instead they're just walking together with a distance between them.

          abel enters, sitting in the driver's seat as chris replicates his action, just in the back. he places the bag of candy on mikayla's lap and she immediately digs through it, a strong feeling of hunger in the pit of her stomach.

          a dimpled grin takes over her face as she recognizes the bright orange wrapper. "oh my god i fucking love reese's," miks cheers and abel's smile hastily drops. mikayla looks up at him and the monotone expression plastered across his face, then slyly glancing back at chris through the mirror, noticing how slightly smug he looks.

          she understands the predicament she just got herself into, "sour patch kids are good too," mikayla says through a smile to try and ease the escalating tension.

          "it's cool," abel mumbles, pulling the seatbelt back over him. "where am i dropping you off?" he asks chris without looking back at him while pulling up the gps on his phone.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ arianna speaks ¡
i hope u got tsitp vibes from chris, abel and miks 🫦
#team connie baby

again LEAVE ABEL ALONE he's the sweetest ever tyvm