INCIPIENT

seven

Tirsdag 7:20 | Tuesday 7:20 am

Eva

This can't be happening. This can't be happening.

Why me? Why me of all people?

"Why the fuck does he have my hoodie?" Jonas shoves Chris towards me making him lose his balance, but I grab ahold of his arm steadying him as his green eyes briefly make contact with my own. For some reason, Chris is keeping his cool and isn't throwing punches at Jonas, but he does look annoyed to be a part of this mess.

"Hey man, calm down," I whirl around, shocked that Lukas spoke up, but I'm especially shocked because I forgot he was still there.

"It's none of your business," Jonas redirects his attention to Lukas, glaring at his face.

Those passing by stare momentarily and keep walking but there are also those who stopped at a close distance and watched the event unfold. Thankfully, it's still a bit early so the hallways aren't full otherwise I'd be having a panic attack. I absolutely hate being the center of attention let alone if it's drama.

"It's a fucking sweater," Lukas rolls his eyes.

"It's not just a sweater. It's my sweater. I gave it to Eva when we were still together and I don't like that she let him of all people use it," he hisses at Lukas. Lukas raises his hands up in surrender and stays quiet.

"Draaamaaaaa," Chris exclaims as he lets out a chuckle.

I punch Chris's arm, "This isn't the time Chris," I clench my teeth in utter irritation.

He raises his hands up in surrender, "Just stating the obvious."

"Eva, what the hell?" Jonas looks at me, despair evident in his voice. "How the hell could you let him use something of mine? After everything that happened," he shakes his head, his voice getting smaller, "after what you did."

I try to say something, but I can't. It's like I have something stuck in my throat and no matter how many times I try to swallow, it's still there. All the memories are coming back to me, memories that I never wanted to relive again.

I hurt him.

Chris

There was something wrong with Eva. She was standing there, her hazel eyes wide and her lips were parting, but no words came out.

I decide to take action and take a step forward coming face to face with her ex boyfriend, "It's not her fault. I took the sweater without her knowing," I shrug. Eva didn't deserve to be singled out by Jonas because she didn't do anything wrong, she was only helping my dumb ass.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Eva turn to look at me, her face says it all: surprise, confusion, and relief.

"You guys were.. together?" Jonas asks, the pain in his voice is clear despite his attempt to hide it and I don't blame him.

"We've always been together," I smile wickedly, purposely trying to push his buttons. I just can't help myself, my dislike for him started last year when I found out him and Eva were dating. People say I'm an asshole and a føkkboy. And they're right, but I don't care.