chris is a liar and humiliates bug in front of his friends.
warnings.
embarrassment, intoxication, betrayal, lying, being forcefully dragged, half cheating (not an established relationship), chris essentially breaks into bugs house, backing into a corner with implied past abuse (if you squint), yelling, crying, no comfort.
wc. 1.3k
this is also apart of my billie eilish marathon (here)
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“There's nothing you can say to convince me.”
“Oh, come on!”
“Its embarrassing. You and your friends act like i’m the loser when you’re the ones purposefully drinking time away.” she pulled herself off chris’ lap and sat beside him on her bed - feeling to him like a punishment for even posing the question.
“I have fun because im not always tense like you are.”
“This isnt convincing me.” she stated blankly with crosses arms.
He sighed deeply, moving to place himself between bug’s legs as she lay flat on her back, pressing kisses to her neck - apologising and begging.
“Chris, your friends dont like me.”
He pulled away - shocked and offended. “What are you talking about?”
“Theyre always, i dont know, looking judgingly, like im pathetic.”
“I’ll fucking kill them, what do you mean they dont like you.” he mumbled his sentence, returning to his comfort place in the crook of her neck.
Chris sighed deeply, relaxing into the feeling of bug leaving scratches on his back.
“Can i see you after?”
She hummed in agreement.
“Alright. I’ll miss you though.”
Asshole. Liar.
There were many words coming to mind once she’d processed the sight in front of her.
“Hey!” she pulled at his friend's collar, making him jump enough that the liquid in his plastic cup threatened to spill out.
“Who is that?”
Her tone was direct - forceful and angry despite her desire not to appear emotional.
“Who?” he kept his eyes on bug, missing her question completely.
“Look where i'm pointing, dumbass.”
Chris was dancing with a girl. Closely, pulling her while she grinded into him. He had a wide, drunk grin on his stupid, lying, manipulative-
“No idea.”
“Thats not helpful.”
“Cant help if i dont know!” he put his arms up in defense, trying to pull away from bug’s grip that refused to move.
“Has he been with her before?”
“He’s been with a lot of girls its hard to keep track.” he laughed in her face. Genuinely finding the question ironic but crushing her heart nonetheless. He muttered a small ‘sorry’, realising his error.
She snatched his drink off him, shotgunning it down in one - preparing herself to walk over to him.
The girl met bug’s eyes before he did, clearly irritated early knowing bug was going to interrupt the fun time she was having. Chris turned to see what she was looking at.
The way he looked at her was like a slap to the face. He was disgusted. Not even at himself - at bug. For existing, for being there - not even saying anything to him and she’d already pissed him off.
He didnt dare say anything.
“I thought you wanted me here.” her voice was likely too quiet in competition with the music, but he heard her. At least she could only assume he did, he still wouldnt say anything.
“What are you doing?” bug tried to continue.
“Chris, do you want me to kick her out?” a voice came from behind bug.
She turned to face another one of chris’ friends, appalled at the suggestion.
“Kick me out? What the fu-”
She turned back to chris - hoping for reassurance, acknowledgement at the very least.
His hand was on the small of the girl’s back and walking her away from the scene. bug could hear her questioning him as they walked. “Who was that?”
“No idea.” he mumbled out, turning back and meeting bug's eyes.
She scoffed loudly, trying not to care, not to cry.
Bug knew he wasnt hers. That was a decision they both agreed on. This wasnt the same as simply not having labels - he humiliated her in front of everyone because he was embarrassed of her.
She felt a grip on the high of her arm, tugging her backwards and away from the crowd. She tried to pull away, not expecting this kind of intrusive behaviour from chris' friends. She was being ‘removed’ as if she was an unwanted spider in a house.
She almost fell backwards from the force of his grip. Bug attempted to push forwards, wanting to chase after chris and demand an answer - but she couldnt get away. Her only idea was to call him back over.
“Chris! Chris! What the fuc-” her voice faltered, giving up on herself. She kept being dragged towards the front door. “Chris, you’re a fucking asshole!”
A few more heads began to turn and see what was happening, watching bug flail around in some guy’s arms as she was tossed around.
“I fucking hate you!” she kept calling, the drink clearly having got to her quickly as she was sure she’d never usually look this desperate if she was sober.
She almost fell down the porch steps when he let go of her. Her tears finally left her waterline, giving her only slight relief.
He knocked on her door. Again and again. He threw rocks at her window. Again and again. He called her phone. Again and again.
She was dismissing chris like he did to her.
His last attempt was to try the front door handle.
“What the fuck? You can't break into my house!” bug spat out, stepping out of bed when chris practically crashed into her room out of breath.
“You're ignoring me!”
“You're a hypocrite! Get out of my-”
“Listen to me.”
He kept stepping towards her, not backing down and practically trapping her in the room with him.
“Are you a fucking psycopath?” she walked backwards, hands reaching behind her until she felt the wall behind her.
“Let me talk-”
She shoved him harshly, watching his eyes widen in shock.
“Dont fucking corner me.” she swallowed the lump in her throat, voice quiet despite harsh words from a lack of confidence.
He put his hands up to the side of him in mock surrender. “I'm sorry, okay? I need you to listen.”
Chris analysed her expression, unmoving eyes as she was trapped playing back the moment before.
“I just wanna explain.”
She shook her head in refusal, hands moving to cup her ears as she dragged her back down the wall, falling to the floor.
“You know you didnt have to pretend to like me. I get it. Im used to it. Im not surprised i just-”
“Im not pretending-”
“I just dont like liars.” her voice spoke back over him when he interrupted.
He swallowed his nerves, staring into her watery eyes. “Im not lying.”
Bug didnt flinch. “Get out of my house.”
“I dont understand!” his arms flailed around frantically. “You didnt want labels either.”
“I didnt! I still dont! The fact you dont see the problem just makes it worse!”
“Explain it to me!”
She scoffed. “You are pathetic.”
His jaw clenched in slight shame. “I want to fix this.”
“No. you dont get to. Congratulations, you no longer have to be embarrassed of me-”
“Im not embarrassed of you!” he laughed through his words as if they were entirely farfetched.
“You said you didnt know me. You denied my fucking existence so you could get your dick wet. I didnt care about the girl. You cared. And you cared more about her than me, i was dragged out the house! It was embarrassing!”
“I didnt want that to happen.” he mumbled, sound not dissimilar to a whining dog.
“It's my turn to be embarrassed of you. Get out my house and never talk to me again.”
“Bug, dont do this.” his voice was lower. serious but afraid.
“I didnt do anything. All of this is your fault. You did this.”
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BLURB: meet cute - first conversation between bug and chris :>
WARNINGS: kinda flirtinggg, getting into the car with a half stranger (don't do this chat), fluffy type c:
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wc: 900
“do you need a ride?”
He yelled over the peltering sounds of rain. You were stood awkwardly in the shelter, hoping the bus would turn up any second now. You shook your head in response, the worst decision anyone could make would be to rely on chris sturniolo for something.
“c’mon, your bus isnt showing up any time soon”
“Im fine” you reassure, looking down the street hoping for a glimpse of the bus.
“Wont cost you anything,” he smirked from the rolled down window of his car, “and i make good company.”
You sighed and gripped onto your bag, checking the roads for other cars before getting into the passenger seat of the vehicle.
You both had seen each other around, made eye contact just enough to be aware of each other’s existence. This was the first conversation. As much as chris would never admit it out loud, hed felt a strong urge to talk to you, to be around you. You werent the type of girl to fall for his usual tricks, he shouldnt have been the type of guy to wish you would.
You shifted your bag in the space in front of you, nervously gripping onto the handles.
“bus is always late when it rains,” he mumbled to break the silence as he began driving off.
“You get the bus?”
His presence wasnt the type to be missed. He was loud, obnoxious and anxiety inducing to be around.
“No but i-i see you when youre waiting. Whenever its raining youre there for longer.”
You had a confidence about you he didnt expect. Not the kind of girl who would hang off his every word and try to gass him up for bonus points. You saw him as almost inferior.
“You see me?” you gave him an accusatory stare.
Chris was glad his focus on the road allowed him to not look like an idiot in his avoidance of your gaze. “yeah,”
You shrugged and looked outside your window. “haven’t seen you.”
your passive aggression earned you a smirk from him that you didnt see. You wanted the journey to be over, you wanted back the dynamic where you both existed but entirely separately.
“wait- how do you know where i live?”
“Wow, you really havent seen me around.”
“whats that suppose to mean?”
“We live on the same street, are you serious?” inbetween his focus on the road he looked towards you astonished. “Youve never seen me?”
“Clearly not” you mumble out a little embarrassed.
He let out a small laugh, he was the type of person to have to completely isolate himself for a moment of peace. The parties, the fake conversations with guys who secretly hate his guts, the girls that wont let go of his arm or let him out of their sight. Everyone attempting to practically claim him - and you barely noticed him.
“Is that a new experience?” you mocked.
“yeah, it is.”
You rolled your eyes, trying not to show a sign of nervousness so you avoided looking at his face. He pulled up outside your house, slightly disappointed at the lack of time he had with you. That was the complete opposite to how you felt, relief of the moment being finally over, you grabbed your bag and hopped out of the passenger seat. The rain had gotten a little lighter, chris once again rolled down his window to talk to you.
“can at least have your name?” he yelled out before you could get out of earshot.
You turned around and slowly headed back towards his side of the car, using your bag to cover you from the rain.
“no,” you gave him a small smile, slightly enjoying his endless antics to get you to fall at his feet.
“can i get a thank you?”
“I thought you were good at talking to girls?” you lightly accused, letting out a small laugh as you said it.
“I- well-”
“Bug.”
“What?” he let out an abrupt laugh.
“Thats my name, asshole.”
“Like on your birth certificate?”
You scoffed and moved slightly to walk away, “stop, wait! Im sorry” he laughed.
“I really dont understand how these conversations usually work out for you.” you turned back to face him.
He searched your eyes for a sign of any real anger, he figured now you were just waiting for him to say something that you could mock him for. Chris had to earn respect around you, you didnt give anything to him undeserved.
“can i take you home tommorow?” he hoped for a little bit of sympathy. Hed made a mess already, but there was still a chance. “Please?” he persisted, faking puppy dog eyes to make you giggle.
“Youre an idiot.”
“An idiot at your service.”
“What does that even mean?”
“I have no idea, i questioned it as soon as i said it.”
You laughed again, watching as his eyes scanned your features with a simmering desperation.
“You can pick me up in the morning” he grinned. “Just so i dont have to wake up at stupid o clock in the morning” you reasoned.
“I can do that.”
a/n my first draft of this was ASSSSS im so glad I changed it , also this will flop coz it's just the first meet but I have more blurbs coming for this pair for the billie eilish writing marathon so I needed to get this out :>
chris is a very securely confident person - knowing exactly what to say and when to say it. that isn't the case around geek reader. she's nothing like he's ever seen before, so he doesn't know how to act. geek reader is a forward yet isolated person who doesn't need anyone else. casanova chris is known for his ability to get everyone and everything he wants, but now he's met bug - and she's all he wants.
a/n I'm pretty sure this is a very common dynamic but I wanted to make some moodboards and introduce my version of it <:
there will be angst fluff and smut for this pairing :3 blurbs soon !
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casanova chris has been leaving flowers and geek readers front door everyyy morningg, shes a little confused because its her favourite flowers but she doesnt even remember her telling him her favourite but he somehow knows :>
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