🪩 ·˚ ༘ ┊CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN !  ˊˎ
like i care
( real life  )

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𖤐 — CLOVERS APARTMENT

SHE DIDNT KNOW HOW OR WHEN SHE GOT HOME THAT NIGHT. the roads were blurry and a little slippery, yet somehow clover managed to stumble into her apartment drunk and stoned around 8 in the morning

she stood at her doorway, a cold expression on her face. had everyone known about it? who knew and why didn't anyone tell her before hand? she scoffed to herself and walked to her bathroom

her mascara and eyeliner was smudged underneath her eyes from her being half asleep and her lipgloss was gone. all that remained was her outfit and one earring.

she was silent as she undressed and stepped into the shower, letting the water flow down her back as she stared up, the white tile. she was silent as she finished and got out, stepping onto the bathmatt and letting her hair drip

she was silent as she got dressed in the one thing she took of her fathers from texas and placed it over her body. a dark blue hoodie that was probably ancient.

but the second clovers head hit her pillow tears sprouted in her eyes. clover was suddenly transported back to highschool, all the years of misunderstood rumors that she never knew how they began.

her years of friendship with the girl who she assumed was her other half suddenly seemed false. were they even friends to begin with? rowen was everything to clover, and to everyone else as well.

"fuck" clover half sobbed to herself, pressing the palm of her hands against her eye sockets, trying to stop the tears from running. "i don't care" she told herself

more like she tried to convince herself. she bit down on her bottom lip before repeating the same words "i don't care" she took a deep breath, and gave herself another reminder that she didn't care before sleep took over her body

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𖤐 — STURNIOLO HOUSE

"OH, YOURE FUCKED" CALISTA SCOLDED CHRIS AS THEY WALKED INTO THE HOUSE "you knew, why didn't you tell her yourself? huh? quit acting like you're a fucking saint" calista stared at him in shock

chris was rarely in a bad mood, it was only when something really affected him that the happy go lucky act disappeared and he turned into the coldest version of himself. "calm down" calista said quietly, looking at his brothers for help "you're the one who slept with rowen"

"yeah, but i didn't know rowen and clover were friends at all until like a week ago. you've known this, cali. so hop off my back, would you?" he scoffed and walked upstairs to his room before shutting the door behind him

chris wasn't just upset, he was pissed. which is a feeling he avoided often, because in moments like these he let his feelings get the best of him. there had still been no text back from clover, but a message from rowen sent him over the edge earlier

without even reading what she had put he blocked her.

he crashed out on his bed, scrolling on his phone seeing peoples videos from the night before. all the happiness that was coming from clover before she looked at him the way she did

'do you like me?'

those words repeated themselves in his head. he was so scared of what to say in the moment he couldn't even muster out the sentence that he wanted to. he didn't just like clover, he loved her. it scared him shitless.

chris was terrible with his feelings. he had so many that when it came to expressing them they got mixed up. but for once he wasn't confused about anything.  clover was the one thing he hadn't had any doubts about.

he stared at his phone, hopelessly waiting for a text from her. but nothing came, and the minutes of waiting turned into hours, until he eventually also fell asleep.

he had fumbled the bag.

that time he dreamed once again of clover moore, her lips on his. a smile plastered on his face as he looked at her the way he never looked at anyone else. a part of him felt silly, letting a girl make him this happy.

however if it was her he let himself feel silly.

dream clover threw her head back as she let out her beautiful laugh, before looking back at chris "why are you looking at me like that?" she asked, a blush spreading across her face in embarrassment

"cause i can" chris told her, grabbing her hand and squeezing it, reassuring her that he loved her. "did you sleep with rowen and not tell me cause you could too?" she asked softly

he was once again caught off guard, looking at clover. her eyes were now flooded with tears like they were the night of the party, hurt and betrayal stared him in the face. her bottom lip quivered as she asked again

"do you like me, chris?" she asked softly, as if the answer would harm her "yes, yes i do-" he swore up and down "then why?"

"why why?" he asked the girl "why didn't you tell me? why did i have to find out from some random" clover asked, standing up and walking away, slamming the door behind her

the slam woke him up, and he sat up in his bed. a cold sweat beaded on his forehead as he looked around his room, in hopes that she was there waiting to comfort him.

yet, she wasn't there. clover was at home, smoking like her life depended on it. trying to erase every bit of both her childhood memories and chris sturniolo from her mind.

he looked down at his phone once again, hoping for a call or text. the time read '9pm' he had slept for 7 hours before his nightmare woke him up

chris was forced back into the reality that was clover currently hating him.

he hated the reality.

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