INCIPIENT

twenty-three - EVA

Mandag 11:11 | Monday 11:11am

Vilde shrugged her shoulders, "I just think it's important to know what's going on instead of not knowing anything. What if the person sitting next to you is having a hard day? Maybe you talking to them is what helps brighten their day. But of course, you guys wouldn't know," she explained, trying to justify why she likes to know the everyday gossip.

Sana leaned on me, her head resting on my shoulder as she responded to Vilde, "I understand that, but you shouldn't contribute to the bad things. A lot of it probably isn't true and all the gossip that floats around the school oftentimes ruins a person's reputation and it's even worse if the information is false. I just don't think it's nice and I think everyone deserves a second chance..." she trailed off.

"I'm a good example," I jokingly commented, "I felt like the whole world hated me after the whole Jonas-Chris thing. It sucked and all I wanted was to escape," I spoke honestly because truly, that time in my life had been the worst.

I looked up to find the girls looking at me, sympathy filled their faces as they stared at me. "You know we love you," Chris said, a small smile dancing on her lips.

I couldn't stop the huge grin that took over as I looked at them, "I love you guys too, like actually. You guys were there for me when I needed you the most, some more than others of course," I said, aiming the last part towards Vilde. I laughed as Vilde's facial expression swiftly changed to shock. "I'm only kidding," I laughed some more, the girls' laughter mixing with mine. Vilde's laugh was a mixture of nerves and relief.

"Don't fuck with Eva," Chris laughed, "she'll fuck you up and you'll be wishing you were never born."

"Exactly!" I agreed half-jokingly. Part of me wouldn't want to hurt anyone but the other side of me– the side that I quite rarely show– wouldn't think twice about putting someone in their place if they ever disrespected me or deeply hurt me.

At that moment the bell rang which meant it was time for math which also meant that there was no way I could avoid Chris. For a while now, it'd been weird between the two of us and I didn't know why. The whole thing was completely strange, and I wasn't even sure what to call him. Was he my friend? Fuck buddy? Acquaintance? Casual hookup whenever we were in the mood? It just didn't make sense and my head hurt every time I tried to define our relationship.

"Fuck my life," I muttered to myself as I said my goodbyes to the girls and we each headed in different directions. Sana was the only one that had class in the same building as me, so we both walked together in comfortable silence.

"How's math class?" Sana spoke up as I opened the door for both of us. We entered the building and I watched as some third years shamelessly flirted with two second-year girls, both parties enjoying the exchange. One of the guys handed his phone over to the brunette– probably trying to get her snap or number.

"Eh. Not bad. I'm bad at almost everything else, so thank God I was blessed with some really good math skills. God knew not to fuck up my math genes or else I would've been even more screwed," I chuckled as I neared my locker and exchanged my science textbook for my math textbook, closing my locker right after.

Sana laughed as she leaned against the lockers next to mine, "You should become a math tutor if you're that good," she pointed out.

"Funny you mention that. I actually was kind of tutoring Chris for a while," I confessed. I hadn't once mentioned it to the girls that I had helped Chris with math, mostly because I didn't really want anyone to know we were seeing each other for reasons that didn't involve sex.

Everyone at this school knows him. Even the incoming first years figured out who Chris and William were. It was inevitable. Chris' business is everyone's business at Nissen and when you're involved with someone like that, you best believe everyone will know you too.