ᴢɪᴘᴘᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟs | ᴄʜʀɪs sᴄʜɪsᴛᴀᴅ [sᴋᴀᴍ]

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I looked around Nissen's backyard. My eyes caught Schistad, who climbed onto a bench with his legs. He didn't notice me though; he seemed to argue with William, and I wasn't even trying to get his attention.

Sometimes I had to take a break from him: when there was too much Christoffer in my life, I felt like I was choking. When there is air in your lungs, it pushes you out of the water. Next to him, I could not breathe.

It would've been much easier for me to maintain a healthy friendship with Schistad if he hadn't tried to get laid. He never suggested to have sex, justifying all his antics with a love for flirting, which seemed to flow through his arteries instead of blood. But ignore his erection resting against my ass if he hugged me from behind, or pretend to be asleep when he kisses my lips wishing goodnight was difficult.

Once I told Chris that I don't like his hints. He smirked but still restrained his ardor. And said that he didn't need me as a girlfriend at all; it's just difficult for him to fight his physiology.

Sometimes Schistad looked at me so closely, breathed so deeply, squeezing me in his arms, that his soft spot for me became obvious. But I don't like to play if I know I will lose beforehand. This is Christoffer Schistad we're talking about, you can never get him as a trophy.

  My eyes caught two freshmen. The owner of long red hair, the one Iben hit about a week ago, sat next to the blonde with bright lipstick.

I took a few steps in their direction when I heard the voice of Schistad. It was impossible to make out the words from this distance, but I saw clearly that Christoffer was pissed. William responded to this outburst and went to the girls I was about to approach.

Motionless, I watched my friend, who clenched his fists with rage and looked at his feet. I wanted to come up and touch him: he often said that only I could change his mood in an instant.

Our eyes met, and I smiled, nodding in greeting. I waited for his reaction to understand whether it was possible to approach him now without getting in trouble.

But Schistad has not changed his expression. His eyes showed regret and disappointment. And then he turned away, staring at his feet again.

His condition was incomprehensible to me, but I did not have to analyze his behavior for too long. Said freshmen quickly discarded Magnusson, and he was forced to retreat on his expensive Porsche. The girls seemed more and more interesting, so I headed in their direction.

"Hi, we didn't meet properly last time." I sat down facing the girls, stretching my legs along both edges of the parapet, so I could see them in profile. Having heard my voice, the girls turned in my direction, the redhead even leaned forward to see me better. "My name is Thea. I'm a sophomore, just like Iben."

Having caught the hunted look of a long-haired girl on me, I bit my tongue, realizing that it was not worth mentioning my girlfriend's name.

"I'm Noora, and this is Eva," I nodded to both first-year students, but they didn't intend to maintain the conversation.

"Escaped punishment?"

"Not really," Eva said. "My mother got a call from the school, and she flew home on the first flight to fix my brains. Seems one guy who was separating us tattled." The girl twisted the cuffs of her white coat. "Well, it doesn't matter. Fights with my Mom and a little bruise on the cheekbone doesn't beat what happened in my life after that fucking kiss with Christoffer," she looked at me guiltily and lowered her eyes. "Sorry, I forgot that you're dating."

I chuckled. "Schistad and I are just friends who spend a lot of time together, that's all. If you saw us at school, and he behaved not very well, then just don't pay attention. This is Christoffer, he only knows how to clown around and play alpha male."