Coffee Stains - A novel based on The Fooo Conspiracy

31. Peter

Another five weeks have passed and I've gotten pretty good at ignoring the fact that every blond guy I see somehow looks like Oscar. I've even confused my own brother as Oscar once. He was laying on the sofa and I only saw his back and I am very ashamed of it. Anyways. Ellie and Sophie have 'found' me a guy. It's a weird way to put it I know but that's what they did. Meaning: I have a boyfriend now. His name is Peter. He's German and not as good looking as Oscar. He is way easier to be with than the swede and he is good for me. I am trying my best to be a good girlfriend but I just don't love the guy. I do love Oscar. I mean I used to love him. Now he's just a coffee stain on my mind. And coffee stains can be removed.
Peter is nice. I mean he is arrogant, self-centered and sensible. But Oscar was the same. If not worse than Peter. But Peter is more a bad boy. He smokes, he drinks and all that kind of stuff. But he likes me and so the girls hooked me up with him. We haven't done it yet but he wants to and I figured Oscar has almost taken my V-card anyways so what's there to loose?
I haven't been myself lately as I've been told by several people already and I don't feel like myself either. I don't know what's wrong with me but I've been quiet, and I have despised lasagne and I've barely knocked over any furniture lately. I've lost weight. I'm now pretty thin but it's not healthy. I don't care what's the cause of this, I just want it to stop.
It's Thursday and tomorrow is the last day of school before the October break starts.
Two more days. I think as I walk through wards the school entrance once more. As I look towards the doors I suddenly walk into trashcan that happens to be in my way. Oscar. No it can't be him. He's in Sweden. He's just a projection of my insane mind. He can't be here. It's not him standing there looking around. It's not him. It's not him looking sexy as hell. It's not him brushing his hand through his hair. Its not him searching for something. It's someone else looking as handsome as the real Oscar does. That is what I tell myself. It's not what I believe. So I dodge another trashcan and steer towards the entrance. Past Oscars Doppelgänger. I turn my head away as I pass him and enter the school. I walk along the lockers and stop at my own. "Well hello to you too!" I suddenly hear the voice that is still following me in my dreams. "Have you missed me?" I hear voices. I must be turning completely insane. So I shake my head to get out the voice. "Hey! Klerii I'm talking to you!" The voice says again.
"You're not real. Your just something my mind made up to upset me." I say turning around and slamming my locker door shut. Now I look up at him and I realize: its actually Oscar. The one and only. He's here. "What are you doing here?" I snap not wanting to realize it yet. "Well that's more like it!" He chuckles but as I'm about to counter, Oscar looks behind me and seconds later someone wraps their hands around my waist from behind. "Hi beautiful who's this?" Peter says in german and my body stiffens as he kisses me. I look at Oscar. His face is emotionless. Well he smiles. But it's an empty smile. "I'm Oscar. Hi who are you again?" He says in German. Wtf? When did he learn german?
"I'm Peter. Klara's boyfriend." They shake hands although I see Oscars despise towards Peter in his eyes. "Boyfriend huh?" Oscar huffs. "Yes he's my boyfriend and its non of your business. When did you learn how to speak German?" I say with a unfriendly voice for no reason.
"I've always known German love." He grins.
"No you haven't. I bet you spent the last seven weeks learning it so you could impress me." I can't help but smile at him. "You got me. But it wasn't to impress you. I don't need to do that." He smirks back. The last bit we talked in English. Peter, who doesn't understand any English, looks confused. "Klara where do you know him from?" He asks panicking. "Relax! I know him from Sweden. He is no one you should be worried about. Why don't you go ahead to class already? I'm right behind you!" I tell him patting his chest. Peter is at least one head taller than me. He leaves throwing Oscar one last glowing look. "Boyfriend huh?" Oscar says his face is still without emotion. I nod and open my locker again. "He's not very smart is he?" He states looking after his rival. "Peter? How do you figure?" I look in the same direction Oscar is. "Well if he was smart he would've seen that 1. You're in love with someone else and 2. You're not doing very good. And he would take better care of you. Klara you look awful. What happened?" His words form a knot in my gut and I look up in his face. A smirk has taken over his face. I remember how my tongue used to move along the perfectly formed wave that is his lips. I want to feel that again. But I can't so I slam the locker door shut again and wrap my arms around the books I have taken out. "Why are you here oscar? Certainly not because you want to tell me how awful I look. And if you've come to get me back... Forget it. I've moved on and I don't want you here so you might as well go back to your perfect life." I almost yell at him. "Why are you acting like I'm the bad guy here? You're the one who left without saying goodbye! And you can't be serious calling hooking up with that junkie moving on? You belong with me and I'm going to prove it to you!" He says coming closer. "Well have fun at that." I say and turn around with waving hair to go to class.

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This is my thirty first chapter! How did make it this far?
Thanks for reading! And I really hope you still love the story although it has turned into really bad writing. It'll get better I promise! ❤❤