hatred // chris schistad

eighteen.

MANDAG.

alex stands at the airport in oslo, waiting to be picked up. she had to get away from him as soon as possible. she stands there alone with her bags by her side, missing the presence of a certain somebody.

'alex.' says the voice and there stands even before her.

'even.' she says with a small smile.

'come here.' he says wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close.

'thank you, i needed that.' she says with a small smile. she follows even to his car while he carries her suitcase and she sits in the front.

'i know you don't want to talk about it but can i ask you something?'

after her fight with chris, she went for a walk on the beach to calm herself down. she wanted to call someone but she didn't know who. she wanted to call noora and tell her how she was right, he's just a fuckboy. but she couldn't, she just couldn't. she also wanted to call sana but couldn't get finger to hit call. she wanted to call vilde but she's currently going through troubles of her own.

so she ended up calling even, she poured her heart out to him and he was there for her. even though it was like 4am over there.

'sure.' she says quietly.

'you really did love didn't you, all this time?' he asks, she doesn't say anything but nod.

'do you want me to take you home?'

'no, i can't tell my parents about it just yet. can you take me to noora's please?' she says as she looks at him.

'sure.' he says uncertain. they drive for about 20 minutes before reaching the familiar street.

'do you want me to drop your bags at your parents? and call me when you want to be picked up.'

'yes please and no i'll take the bus back but thank you all the same' she says, he nods and drives off and she walks up the steps to ring on the doorbell. about 30 seconds later the door opens revealing noora.

'oh alex. i thought you were in the us still.' she says slightly surprised.

'you were right. you were right all along about chris, i'm sorry i didn't believe you.' she says getting teary and looking down.

noora quickly rushes to her and puts her arms around her.

'hey, sssh it's okay.' she says rubbing her back. they stay like this for a few minutes before noora makes alex come inside as it's cold. they both walk up to her room, closing the door and sitting on her bed.

'tell me everything.' she says handing her the box of tissues.

'i was a bet noora! a fucking bet! he bet with one of his penetrator friends that he could get me to sleep with him and that i could fall in love with him.'

'i didn't sleep with him of course, but, i did fall for him. i think it's always been him all this time but i was too scared to admit to anyone.'

'slow down, take a deep breath.' says noora softly, making alex take a deep breath.

'i heard him on the phone. the exact same day i had a conversation with my grandma about love. she was telling me how she could tell he was the one for me, by the way he looked at me. he even told me the way he felt a few days before.'

'the worst thing of this all is, i'm not that entirely surprised. i was thinking this was too good to be true how i could change him. how i could make him turn into a loving person instead of guy who sleeps around.'

'that son of a bitch.' says noora quietly.

'is he still in the united states or has he come back?' she asks alex, she just shrugs her shoulders.

'i blocked his number.'

'as soon as he comes back i am going over to his house and to confront him.' says noora standing up, pissed off at chris.

'no please noora it doesn't matter.'

'it does matter alex! he's played with you for months, this is a new low even for him. he broke my best friend's heart. he is not getting away with this.' says noora.

alex looks down at her phone, receiving a notification from instagram and remembers her lockscreen.

it's a picture her grandparents took of them in hollywood boulevard. they're both looking at each other, smiling, looking very much in love.

'let me see.' says noora, she passes her phone and noora unlocks it. she looks through some of the pictures they took together or she has of him.

'what's wrong?' asks alex.

'i know you're probably going to hate the sound of this but i definitely think this boy has feelings for you. from the way he is in these videos and pictures, there's no way he could have faked it this much.'

'so what does this mean?'

'i have a slight idea, but i can't tell you just yet.'

if anyone is interested i have a new football fanfic up with paulo dybala! my reads are going down since i didn't update for months so please tell people that i am writing it again .