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'if you wanna find love then you know where the city is.' -the city, the 1975
noora
"shut up vilde! he's an asshole. william just leads people on. he doesn't really like you." i cried, hitting my head on the table. "you don't know him like i do." vilde murmured. "know him? you don't know him!" i groaned, face-palming myself. she was blindly in love with william. he was a fuckboy, a player. everyone in the school wanted to be with him, apart from me?
message from: willhelm
i can hear you. ): i'm heartbroken
heartbroken? fucking bullshit. a guy that puts sex and recklessness first- heartbroken? "i heard william has his sights on someone." vilde sighed, putting her head in her hands. "he's never going to love me." "vilde, stop feeling sorry for yourself." sana snapped. "you have to realise it's never going to work." vilde sat, pouting to herself, and blubbering about him.
i turned my attention back to my phone.
message from: willhem
don't leave me on read.
message to: willhelm
i'll do whatever i want, willhelm. please stop texting me.
i glanced over to the corner where he was sat. this had all started because i stood up for vilde and told him to stop behaving like that. i'm probably the only girl to ever stand up to him. but he won't leave me alone.
he looked up at me, his big eyes glistening and my heart shattering. i couldn't like him. i couldn't. he's a fuckboy and a player, i kept telling myself.
message from: willhelm
would you like me to lead vilde on? is that what you want?
message to: willhelm
no, i obviously don't want that.
message from: willhelm
come on a date with me then, noora amalie sætre.
i sat, staring at the phone until vilde became concerned and i switched it off and slipped it in my pocket. "what's wrong?" vilde frowned. "nothing." i smiled, glancing back over at william.
