〝Who is the stalker now?〞❥Chris & Eva / SKAM

Three.

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[ You, as a stalker, should know, that I am a stalker, too. ]

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3:45 p.m.
school end
•Eva•

School ended - and all I wanted is sleep.
I walked passed out of my classroom, looking down to the ground.

How beautiful you are, ground!

"Hey Eva. Want to come with me to the skatebord park?"
a familiar voice asked me.
Isak.
"No sorry. I'm really tired today. Can't you ask Jonas?" I mumbled. My eyes almost closed.
"Okay, alright. Text me then, if you're the Eva Kviig Mohn. I mean the crazy-awake-one."

"Haha so funny."

I hugged him, and made my way out of the entrance.

My phone buzzed and I looked at my screen.
The annoying Penetrator.

Chris Penetrator
"I heard that you're tired. I can give you a ride home."

You
"Where are you standing? I said that I am tired to somebody ONE SECOND AGO."

I turned my head. Christoffer smirked at me like an asshole.

Okay, maybe like an handsome asshole.

You
"Stalker, Stalker, Stalker!!!"

I went to settings and contacted him as Annoying Stalker.

Annoying Stalker
"Your stalker."

You
"Oh my god. Don't you have a life except stalking a 2 years younger girl?"

I'm curious about his answer.

Annoying Stalker
"Yes I do. But you already told me, that I shouldn't talk about fucking."

I wasn't ready for his answer.

You
"Don't text about sex. Or don't TALK ABOUT SEX EITHER."

Annoying Stalker
"I hope you're horny now. ;)"

You
"HAHAHA you got me again, Schistad."

He didn't replied.
But I still could see him.
With this smile on his face.

His white teeths are brighter than my future,
oh my god.

He walked to my direction.

SHIT. SHIT. SHIT.

"So can I give you a ride?" he asked.
I forgot how soft his voice sounds.
I couldn't answer, because he took my hand and took me in his car, which was next to me.

Okay, it was next to... us.

I don't use this word, because there's not an us between ... us.

Well, you fell into your own trap, Eva.

"Do you even know where my house is?"
I asked when Christoffer began to drive.

"Of course. You, as a stalker, should know, that I am a stalker, too."
He smiled.
And I don't even know why, but I smiled too.

"Can you send William a message please? Text him, that I'll come later to his place today, because I drove my stalker home." Chris said.

"I don't have his number, idiot."

"Why?"

"Fuckboys aren't my type."

"In which types are you into?"
He raised one eyebrow.

"In those types, who looks at the street when they drive a car."
Chris almost hitted a other car.

"Take my phone. And send William a message please."
He pointed at his pocket.
At his pocket at his jeans.

"Can't you give me this please?" I asked.
"Why? Don't you want to touch me?" He laughed.

I rolled my eyes, and took his phone.
He shrugged, because he didn't knew that I really would took his phone from his pocket.

"What is your code?"
"1997"
"The year you were born." I mumbled.
"Wow, you're really such a stalker."

I - obviously- rolled my eyes.

"I like it." he winked.

I unlocked his phone and the first thing what I could see, was his homescreen.

A nude pic from a girl.
Luckly, that I couldn't see her face.
Awkward. I felt awkward.

Maybe I stared too long at this picture, because Christoffer noticed it.

"Go to my contacts, Mohn."
He laughed.
I turned red, but went to his contacts then.

Girls here, girls there.

While I turned the airplane modus off, he literally got +100 new messages from girls.
I turned the annoying message-ringtone off.
The messages didn't wanted to stop.

"I contacted him as 'Bro'." Chris said.

B.
I searched for Bro'.
Suddenly I saw a contact name, which confused me.

"Who is 'Babe'?"