The Føkkboy // Chris Schistad

Mandag 12:08

We spent Saturday morning taking care of Vilde, who had an awful hungover, and actually having a lot of fun joking around and playing games. 

I never thought I was going to make friends so easily, I started high school a month ago with only two people by my side, and now I have an amazing and weird crew. Who would've imagined it?

As I walk to my locker, I hear people talking about the party. Apparently, the cops came after we left and kicked everyone out because of the loud music and noise that was bothering the neighbors.

I fight with my locker trying to open it. I probably got the worst locker I could ever ask for, it is so freaking hard to open it. Eventually it does and I'm able to take my Norwegian books, but some papers fall and I have to grab everything from the floor. I get up and now my locker is closed and there's a guy resting onto the wall.

-Good morning to you too- I say sarcastically as I attempt to open my locker again.

-You're alive, thanks heaven- I hear him comment dramatically and I look at him with a frown.

-Why wouldn't I be alive?- I ask and sigh while I give up with the locker.

-Because you left the party without telling me anything- he says as if it was the most obvious thing.

-Look, not everything I think about has to do with you- I respond giving him a super fake smile.

-Oh, so there are things on your pretty mind that have to do with me- he smirks.

-That is not what I said, ugh- I sigh.- Aren't there any other girls to bother?

-Yeah, but you look cute when you get angry- even though he is so stupid, I can't help but blush a little. -See...- he says refering to my blush and I give him a death glare.- What do you have now?

-Norwegian.

-You should be going, Mrs. Storstrand doesn't like delays- he tells me.

-How do you kow she's my teacher?- I ask him raising my eyebrows.

-I can't reveal my tricks...- he whispers.

-You're such a stalker- I chuckle.

-Whatever you say beautiful- he says and goes away, but before he leaves, he punches my locker and it opens. Chris turns around, winks and makes his way to class.

I just roll my eyes and put back the papers that fell off before. The bell rings and I head to my class. When I arrive I sit down in my usual seat and Vilde quickly runs to me. 

-I need your help- she says very fast.

-Sure, what do you want?

-I have to put on a choreography for my theater classes and Eva told me you really like dancing and that you're good at it. So, I thought maybe you could help us- she explains.

-Hmm.. yeah. I'll help you after killing Eva. Oh gosh!- I sigh.- she knows I don't really like dancing in front of people.

-Don't worry, it's only both of us and three more girls- Vilde tries to comfort me.- Are you free after school?

-I guess.

-Perfect!- she gives me a smile.- I had already asked my teacher if we could use the theater class so you had to come anyways- she smiles even widely and I just give her a death glare. She is really cute after all.

After paying attention to the teacher for like ten minutes, I find myself drawing on my notebook while wondering about stupid things, being one of them Chris Schistad. I don't really know how to feel about him. I don't like him, but I don't hate him either. It is pretty weird because I've always been a pretty much invisible girl who spent school breaks reading or painting, which I still do sometimes and I'm very proud of. And now I have a whole crew and a fuckboy interested on me.