(Chris Schistad x Reader): I’m not telling you
Summary: Reader sees Chris flirting with Eva and she realizes that it bothers her that he’s actually interested in someone and feelings are confessed.
A/N: apologies for any spelling or grammar mistakes
You really tried to not get pissed off. This wasn’t the first time that Chris had flirted with a girl at a party, and it certainly wasn’t going to be the last. It didn’t matter if he had a girlfriend or not, if there was a girl that he found attractive, Chris was going to hit on her relentlessly until they made-out, or did something more.
And you were his best friend. You stuck by his side despite how shity he was to girls because it didn’t matter to you. You weren’t a girlfriend he was going to drop after a few days. You were his best friend and your relationship was purely platonic so you knew that it was something real that you two had.
At least that was you used to feel. Now you weren’t so sure.
You were at a party at one of the other Penetrator’s houses and Chris seemed to have found his target for the night. You were surprised though, because the girl he was flirting with, Eva, had been on his mind for a few weeks now. Ever since the drama club party at the beginning of the year he hadn’t been able to shut up about this girl who had left him hanging.
You were really trying to listen to your friend Mari as she told you about her plans for next year, but it was hard to keep your eyes of Chris as he tried to get with this girl.
You had to admit that it was impressive that this first-year girl wasn’t giving into him, but it didn’t stop you from being pissed off by the whole thing. The worst part is that you didn’t know why it was so upsetting. Sure, you liked to flirt with each other from time to time, but it was more of those stupid lines that you say to each other as best friends because you can, because you know neither of you actually feel anything for one another.
Now you weren't so sure. I mean, there was no way that you actually liked Chris, that would be an insane and abjectly stupid thing to do. It’s not like he would feel anything in return, and if he did he most certainly wouldn’t maintain it longer than a weekend.
“You okay?” Mari asked as she realized that your eyes had glazed over a few minutes ago. She followed your line of sight to realize it was focused on Chris, “If you have a problem with it, you should tell him.” She told you plainly.
“Really? What am I supposed to say? ‘Hey, you’re flirting with a girl and even though we’re not dating and don’t have feelings for each other you need to stop it because it bothers me’?” You reply sarcastically.
“Come on, (Y/N), you like him, and he clearly likes you, he looks at you like you’re the most gorgeous person to ever exist,” Mari replies.
“That is so not true,” you scoff.
“Trust me,” She replies seriously, “if you don’t say anything, you’re going to regret it.”
“This is such bullshit,” You mutter, “I’m gonna go get some air.” You say as you walk away from Mari before she can say anything else.
Once you’re outside you lean back against the exterior of the house and take a deep breath. You don’t know what to think anymore, and you most certainly don’t know how you feel about anything.
After a moment of quiet, you hear the door open as the sounds of the thumping music and loud conversations inside reach you.
“(Y/N)?” A voice calls out as the door closes and the silence recommences.
“Hey,” You reply as you see Chris come out into the yard.
“Hey, what happened?” He asks as he comes over to where you are and leans against the house next to you.
“Nothing just needed some air,” You reply, trying to keep your voice even.
“Oh,” He replies plainly.
“Can I ask you something?” You say after a moment, turning to look at Chris, “Why do you hook up with so many girls?”
“I...I don’t know,” Chris responds after a second, “I guess it’s a good distraction from what I can’t have.”
“What? Like a relationship?” You ask, confused before he nods, “You do realize that any girl you’ve hooked up with and countless others would be more than willing to go out with you, right?”
“Yeah, but I don’t want to just date anyone,” He replies, clearing his throat.
You try to keep your stomach from dropping when he says that, trying not to let it show that you wish that it was you, before replying the way that any good friend would, “What, do you want to go out with Eva? You know that she’s just turning you down because she thinks you’re a fuckboy, right?”
“No, it’s not Eva.”
“Then who is it?”
“I’m not telling you this.” He replies stubbornly.
“Come on, I’m not going to tell her anything.”
“It’s you!” He finally blurts out, “God (Y/N), it obviously you!”
You stare at him in stunned silence before he starts talking again.
“Do you feel better now? Now that I’ve properly humiliated myself?” He asks accusingly.
“Chris…” You start, trying to find the words to express what you’re feeling.
“Just forget I said anything,” He tells you before getting up.
“Wait,” You call after him, “ Do you really think that ignoring me-us-is really going to make this go away? Because it’s not.” You tell him, “I have feelings for you too, you idiot.”
“Seriously?” He replies, hesitantly as he turns back around.
“Of course, I get jealous every time you hook up with a girl at a party.” You tell him as you grab his hand and pulling him back towards you.
“Well, how would you feel if I hooked up with you at this party?” He asks, his eyes flitting between your eyes and your lips.
“I would like that a lot more.” You reply before pulling his face towards yours.