INCIPIENT

eighteen - EVA

Lørdag 18:01 | Saturday 6:01 pm

"So are we going or not?" Vilde asked for the 7th time since her and the rest of the girls arrived at my place. She grabbed her cup and drank some of her water as she waited for us to respond.

Noora sighed, "Vilde, we don't even have a way to get there. You know Chris can't use her car," she looked at Chris, seeking confirmation that she was right and she got the confirmation she needed when Chris nodded in agreement. "Plus, I'm not in a party mood."

"When are you ever in a party mood," Sana said sarcastically, "I'm kidding," she said after Noora playfully glared at her.

"But I can get us a ride," Vilde set her cup down on the table, "I know someone who wouldn't mind taking us," she grinned as she looked at the four of us.

Chris looked up from her phone, "Who?"

"Lukas," she said nonchalantly. I froze in place at the mention of his name. The last time we talked was at the party when Chris had to save me from him. Okay maybe I'm exaggerating a bit, but Chris did get him off me when I wasn't able to. I did not want to see him.

"I don't think–" I was just about to tell Vilde it wasn't a good idea when Chris interrupted me and agreed to ask him for a ride.

"There's this really hot Penetrator guy that keeps liking my pictures on Instagram," Chris talked excitedly, "He'll probably be at the party," she smiled and urged us to say yes.

"There's nothing better to do," Sana shrugged and Vilde squealed in excitement. "It's just down to you," Sana looked at me, "and you," she looked over to Noora.

I looked at Noora, desperately hoping she'd disagree that way we could all just stay here and I wouldn't have to face Lukas. "I'm okay with it," she said as she undid her ponytail and let her hair fall down across her shoulders. "I'm tired of being called a prude by Eskild," she rolled her eyes. I inwardly groaned. So much for thinking Noora was gonna save the day. I was hopeful, I really was.

"So it's settled, we're going," Vilde clapped her hands and rubbed them against each other. She grabbed her phone from her pocket and started typing away. "There. Message is sent. Now we wait."

"Wait. How do you even know him?" I questioned her. It hadn't hit me before until now. How did she get his number? How did they even know each other?

She looked up from her phone and placed it on her lap as she made eye contact with me, "We have Norwegian together," she smiled.

"Oh," I mumbled, "that's cool," I half smiled. It wasn't important to me, as a matter of fact I didn't care but the curiosity beat me and I just had to know.

Someone's phone went off and Vilde lunged for hers, "It's him. He says he can give us a ride on one condition. He wants a favor in return," she furrowed her brows in confusion. Noora, Chris, Sana, and I all looked at each other, unsure of what he meant by that. "He won't say what it is, but it'll come to light once we're at the party," her furrowed brows matched mine. I was utterly confused as to why he'd put a condition over a ride, but the favor part was reasonable.

"What the fuck?" Chris blurted out, "Is this some kind of game?" She looked around the room trying to find some kind of answer.

"Well, that was weird, but I'm sure he just wants to confess his love for Eva," Sana wiggled her brows at me.

Before I could say anything, Vilde speaks up, "He says he'll be here in 20 minutes which means we," she made a gesture with her hands, "are pregaming."

•••

Twenty minutes later Vilde, Chris, and I were already buzzing with alcohol. We were able to pace ourselves so we weren't drunk, but the alcohol was definitely affecting us.