INCIPIENT

nine - EVA

Tirsdag 17:31 | Tuesday 5:31 pm

Eva

"Hi," Chris grins as he opens the door. His hazel eyes roam my body for a few seconds and finally settle on my face. He sways a bit as he leans against the doorframe, his smile never faltering.

"Hi," I repeat and I feel a bit flustered by his flirtatious stare.

"You look great," his grin gets bigger if that's even possible and butterflies appear in my stomach. I feel oddly nervous and it's frustrating me because there shouldn't be any butterflies in my tummy especially because it's just the alcohol in his system speaking.

William stands behind Chris, a knowing smirk etched on his lips and his are eyes glinting with mischief. My face begins to get really damn hot and I know for a fact that my cheeks are red. I play off his comment by acting completely normal. After all, he probably didn't mean it, he's just spitting out random shit because he's drunk. That's what people do when they're drunk, they say things that might be truthful, but wouldn't say it sober.

I brush off the comment and only nod as William surprisingly beckons us to enter his home. Noora and I comply as we step into William's apartment. My face finally begins to cool down and from the corner of my eye I see Chris's smile falter, a frown replacing his grin.

I hear the door shut behind me and soon enough Chris joins the three of us in the living room.

"Hello," Noora says to William, her red lips caught in between a smile and a frown. What the hell? Out of everyone I wouldn't have ever expected Noora to mutter a single word to him after what went down between him and Vilde. But then again Noora is a realist and no matter how much dislike she aims at someone, she would always treat the person respectfully. That's just how she is.

A small smile appears on his lips and he replies to her hello with a "hi."

I was paying too much attention at them that I didn't notice Chris leaving my side–our side. I look around William's living room to figure out the whereabouts of Chris when I turn my head to the left and see Chris stumbling out of the kitchen, one beer in each hand.

He makes his way towards me and tries handing me one, but I refuse. I let out a tired sigh, "Chris. I came here for the sweater, remember?" I drown out Noora and William's conversation and focus my attention on Chris.

He nods quickly and takes a swig from one of the beer bottles. He sways a bit as he places the beer bottles on the coffee table and begins to take off the blue hoodie that belongs to Jonas. He finishes this small task, but instead of feeling relieved I feel flustered all over again. Chris is standing there with his bare chest ready for the world to see and what I mean by the world I mean Noora, William, and I. My eyes wander around his chest and unwanted, dirty thoughts begin to take over my mind. He purposely flicks his tongue across his bottom lip momentarily, the action stirring unwanted feelings straight through my core. I bite my own lips in desire and abruptly turn away from him, stopping myself from doing something I might regret later in the presence of Noora and William.

Fucking hell! Chris is such a tease.

I clear my throat, "Let's go." I snap Noora out of her conversation with William and motion to her that it's time. She nods and whispers a goodbye to William while walking towards the front door.

I approach Chris and try not to look him in the eyes, embarrassed of what had happened a few seconds ago.

"I–I need the sweater," I extend my hand out and wait for the soft material to come in contact with my skin, but it never does. I finally look up at Chris and am startled at how close he got in a matter of seconds. The intensity of his stare is uncomfortable, but I hold his gaze in order to show him that I don't easily get beaten. Our lips are inches away from coming in contact and right when I thought he was going to kiss me, he pulls down my grey hoodie and a sense of déjà vu slaps me across the face as he soothingly rubs the fainting hickeys he had planted a few days ago. I'm telling you man, this is one of Chris's many kinks and I really don't understand why he likes to rub the marks he leaves on my skin all the time.

"Come over to my place later, yeah?" He whispers only for us to hear causing a shiver to go down my spine. It's like we're in our own little world not caring that William and Noora are in the same room as us.

I don't know what was in all that beer Chris drank all I know is that it's making him a whole lot hornier than usual and although I'm tempted by his offer I know I shouldn't go.

"I don't know," I reply. And I really don't know. I'm tempted, so tempted to go over to his later, but I have other things to do, like homework.

Disappointment is evident on his face as he releases me and pushes the hoodie into my hands. He stumbles away and disappears into the hallway. I peel my eyes away from where he disappeared to and lock gazes with William. William is no longer smiling, his face is all seriousness as he shows Noora and I the way out.

Confused.

I feel confused. One second Chris is very horny and needy and the next he's all pissy and disappears off to a dark corner. There was definitely something in that beer, he never acts that way when he's drunk.

Noora bursts out laughing once William shuts the door and we're in the hallway.

She snorts, "Fy faen. What the hell was that, touching your hickeys. Who does that?" I join her laughter in realization that she's right and that Chris's kink is a bit strange.

"Hey! Stop laughing you probably have a kink of your own that you're too embarrassed of to say," I wipe the corners of my eyes as we start walking out of William's apartment complex.

"Psh. Me? Nah," she nervously giggles.

"But did you see the way William got all serious when Chris left?" My eyes widen, a habit of mine whenever I gossip or when I'm excited over something.

Noora nods, "William is serious too much."

I nod in agreement.

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Tirsdag 19:18 | Tuesday 7:18 pm

Eva

Turns out I finished homework early.

I decided that it wouldn't hurt to go over to Chris's apartment, after all he seemed pretty upset that I hadn't exactly said yes or no. I think what really made me make up my mind were the 29 texts Chris sent me over the span of an hour and so minutes.

Chris
Please

Chris
Eva
Please

Chris
My bed is lonely without you and so am I
Come on
Please
Eva
Evaaaaaaa
I swear to God Eva if you don't come
My heart is breaking by the second 💔

These are just the clean ones he sent. The rest are too dirty to be read again.

I quickly shrug on my coat and put on my boots, followed by my beanie and scarf. I walk out the empty house and I'm engulfed by the chilly, winter air as I make my way to Chris's apartment.

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WOOP WOOP I UPDATED A LOT SOONER THIS TIME YAY!

I really miss skam :(

Sometimes I get in a really sad mood over mohnstad not being endgame and all I'll do is watch edits of them ugh so depressing 😭

Pls let me know what you guys think so far !!

Next chapter will be filled with Chris and Eva where both of them will hopefully learn more about each other