Toxic - Chris Schistad&Eva Mohn

Why can't that be me holding her? (part 2)

Chris POV

Why do I torture myself like this?

Knowing they were going to kiss, I still looked that way. I wanted to punch Jonas so bad but instead, the right thing was to find a distraction.

Alchohol.

I walk to the alcohol counter. Spotting a big bottle of vodka I down it easily. I noticed Noora grabbing a beer. Deciding that now was the time to talk to her about William I call out her name.

She faces me in annoyance and asks, "What?"

"Listen up Noora, you're a smart girl and by now you should know William well. Don't you know how much it's hurting him that he can't be open about his and your relationship?" I query in anger. "He sees other guys looking at you and make a move on you because they have no clue that you're seeing someone." Before she could say anything I storm off to the nearest room.

I walk in to find Eva crying on the bed, noticing me she sits up quickly and wipes her tears.

Closing the door behind me I ask softly, "Eva, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." she says.

She was lying. I could tell because she was biting her lip, she always does that when she lies.

I approach her slowly and sit beside her. "I know you're not fine. What happened?" She looks away weakly and says, "Why would you even care, Chris?"

I gently take her hand and say, "I never stopped caring." A tear rolls down her cheek and I raise my free hand to wipe it.

She looks at me and smiles, "I've missed you." She wasn't biting her lip, her eyes twinkled the same way they did three years back. This moment was genuine.

I swear in that moment my heart turned into jelly. My mind felt fuzzy and I couldn't think straight. You know what they say about feeling butterflies in your stomach? Fuck butterflies, I felt the entire zoo.

I open my mouth to repeat those words to her when the door opens, interrupting a moment that could've saved Eva and me.

Noora enters the room and asks me to leave. Just as I left I look back to see Eva passed out on the bed.

Was she drunk this entire time?

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Eva POV (The next morning)

The feeling of throwing up makes me jump up from my bed and rush to the bathroom. I empty out all of my mistakes from last night.

I then proceed to wash my face and definitely my mouth. Tieing my hair into a bun I walk back to my bed with a pounding headache.

Hangovers are the worst.

My throat feels dry. The sound of the clock ticking is making my head hurt. I'm so glad the curtains are closed.

Sitting on my bed I take my phone and see thousands of Instagram notifications. All of them being me tagged in pictures I don't remember taking. I open Snapchat and prepare myself for the embarrassing stories and snaps. Every picture and video make me come to one conclusion.

I don't remember a single thing from last night.