insecure » chris schistad ON HOLD FOR LIKE A MONTH

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[ No Thanks, Sweetheart ]

WALKING AROUND THE CROWED HOUSE Erin held her breath trying not to breath in the smell of weed and alcohol.

"Erin! There you are!" Shouted a very drunk Eva.

"Hi Eva! I saw you like three minutes ago." laughed Erin.

"Hey i was just making out with Vilde and she's actually a really good kisser—do you also wanna make out? I bet you're a great kisser. Do you use tongue?" Eva rambled.

"Uhh I don't think I should make out with a drunk girl." Smiled Erin. Eva pouted. "Why not?"

Erin quickly changed the subject. "Have you seen Noora?" Eva shook her head.

"Nope." She said popping the 'p'. Erin nodded and bit her lip.

"I'll go find her. You drink some water and try as much as you can to get sober,"

Eva stared blankly at the brunette. "Can you do that for me?" Eva nodded and turned around to go find another beer.

The short brunette haired girl continued walking a round the place until she fell on someone, literally.

"At least buy me dinner first." chuckled the guy. Realizing who it was she quickly got up.

"In your dreams, Schistad." Erin rolled her eyes. Chris laughed.

"You know you want this, sweetheart." Chris winked. "Mm no thanks, sweetheart." Erin smirked.

She turned to walk away, but Chris grabbed her arm. "You still mad about grade 9?" Chris wore a cocky grin.

Erin walked past him ignoring the question, bumping shoulders with him. "Jerk." She muttered as she passed and continued looking for Noora.

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A couple of minutes later the cops had arrived. People hid their weed and dashed for the doors. Erin didn't end up finding Noora and Vilde and Eva were who knows where.

Erin had only one choice to walk home in the rain. About five minutes into the walk home the rain began to get harder.

She noticed headlights coming her way. The car was way to close to Erin's liking and when the car was a couple of feet away, a huge splash of water drenched Erin.

Immediately the car pulled over and the douche came out of the car. "Oh my god you look drenched." Said the person.

Erin looked up and gave the guy a 'no sh*t' look. The person approach Erin slowly and she noticed it was Chris.

"Of course you were the one who did this.." She muttered. Chris came by her side with a small smirk.

"Hello again." Erin rolled her eyes. "Hi." "Can I give you a ride?" Chris asked.

"I wouldn't want to get your clean Mercedes all wet and muddy." Erin said sarcastically.

Chris chuckled. "Well it looks like its raining even harder so if you want to get a cold, be my guest."

Erin scoffed. "Fine I guess you can give me a ride.." Reluctantly she climbed into Chris's car.

"Look at you. Never thought you, Erin Marie Samuels, would actually be in my car." Chris grinned.

"Shut up." Erin rolled her eyes. Chris laughed and kept driving.

When Chris got about 2 blocks away from Erin's house the roads were blocked.

"Is there another way?" Chris asked. "Nope. Stupid road builders don't know how to build streets." Erin mumbled.

"My place is just three blocks away from here if you want to stay the night." He offered.

For a slight second there was a hint of humanity in his eyes, as if he actually cared. "Um I don't think that's a good idea." Erin shook her head.

"It's not like we're gonna sleep together, unless you want to." He smirked. And he's back..

"That is exactly why I refuse to spend the night." Chris laughed. "Okay all dirty jokes aside, do you really want to spend the night?"

Erin sighed then said, "I wouldn't have any clothes." She looked out the window. "Besides I thought you would have a random bimbo waiting for you anyways."

"I don't always sleep around you know.." Chris said. "That's hard to believe." Erin said under her breath.

"So yes or no because I'm wasting gas here." Chris pushed. Erin had no where else to go besides Chris's. She had never been to the girls' houses a lot so she couldn't exactly ask him to drive her to Sana's or Noora's.

"Okay I'll um let my mom know I'm staying at a friend's house. I'll spend the night—and only the night—at your house."

Chris smirked as a way of showing that he'd won. "You know we could have saved five minutes if you hadn't been so stubborn in the fist place."

Erin scoffed and said, "Me? I'm sorry I don't feel comfortable going to the world's biggest f*ckboy's house."

"'Worlds biggest f*ckboy'?" Chris chuckled. "Yeah Schistad! You're like the king of f*ckboys. You're freaking f*ckboy superior!"

"Glad to know you think so highly of me, sweetheart." Chris grinned. Erin gave him a sarcastic smile. "Your welcome."

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HOPE THIS CHAPTER WASNT TOO BAD. MORE TO COME SOON!