ᴢɪᴘᴘᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟs | ᴄʜʀɪs sᴄʜɪsᴛᴀᴅ [sᴋᴀᴍ]

５. Ｔｈｅａ

Schistad's behavior has scared me lately. 

I don't know how to explain it, but his return to the usual shell worried me. I was so accustomed to taming him every goddamn day that when he lost his interest in me I fell into a stupor.

Every time I saw Christoffer, he had such a wide smile on; it seemed his face would crack. He laughed loudly, sitting in the school cafeteria with his friends, and posted endless drunken photos with various ladies on Instagram, adding vulgar captions. 

I didn't believe that such changes in a person could happen in a few days, because last week Magnusson approached me and tried to find out what is happening between me and Schistad that his ever-laughing best friend looks so moody. He did not get a clear answer from me. Because I just did not have it.

And here I am, lounging in Nilsen's arms, resting on his lap in the middle of a schoolyard with other Penetrators, and I don't dare to take my eyes off Christoffer fooling around with his friends.

Schistad sometimes smiled at me encouragingly, but I wanted to whine in annoyance. Somewhere deep inside, I wanted him to be jealous of me. I would understand his behavior if he began to ignore me: he would pretend that he didn't care about me, testing me and trying to prove that my relationship with Nilsen didn't bother him at all.

Here, Larsen, got what you wanted. I won't bother you anymore. I leave you to yourself. Let's pretend that we don't know each other, because calling our relationship a friendship was stupid, you know that.

But it wasn't, damn it.

It's just that Schistad began to behave like a freaking friend.

Chris called in the evenings, asking how my dates with Henrik go, asking how I feel and giving advice on how to behave and what to wear. We did homework together; during the whole Christmas dinner he never lowered his hand below my waist if he hugged me, although he had often done that before. He made me a bed on the couch when our parents had a party in my house and left us alone. Even our flirtation become innocent. So I had no reason to be mad at him.

Sitting on the lap of my new boyfriend, recalling Schistad's skin wet after a shower was wrong, but I couldn't control the scenes of the morning flashing inside my mind.

"So how often do you spy on me when I'm showering?" I looked at his reflection in the mirror while brushing my teeth.

He smiled so broadly that his gums were visible. He didn't come closer. I bet a few moments later and he would've pressed me against the sink and peppered my neck with kisses. Embarrassing me was Chris's hobby.

"I didn't spy on you, Schistad. You just took the only bathroom for half an hour. I will not be late for school because of you." A ridiculous argument for a girl who just a minute ago was admiring his ass through the glass of the shower stall.

"I almost believed you, Thea." Leaning on the washing machine, he folded his arms over his chest, and I followed his gaze that never dropped below my face even though I was in tight leggings and a short T-shirt barely covering my chest. "I see you staring."

I rinsed my mouth and turned to him, trying to make my face look angry. "Not true. Plus, you're in a towel." 

"Want me to take it off?"

Yep, embarrassing me again. But these innocent dialogues are no match for what I fought before. Not that I missed it.

Who am I lying to?

"Go to hell."

I came out of the bathroom very quickly, choking with Schistad's indifference that like a lump stuck in my throat. I should have been glad that he finally listened to me and stopped behaving like a damn asshole towards me.