ᴢɪᴘᴘᴇʀ ᴍᴏʀᴀʟs | ᴄʜʀɪs sᴄʜɪsᴛᴀᴅ [sᴋᴀᴍ]

７. Ｔｈｅａ

Almost until the end of January, Chris ignored me on all social media and at school. I've been waiting to get him near the house, but he only waved me away like an annoying fly, and then stopped showing up in our neighborhood. I had no idea where he spent the night and nobody was going to inform me.

Later I found out that for a week he flew to relatives in Trondheim, but he didn't tell me, I had to get any information about Schistad from William, who, however, could not tell me why Chris was avoiding me.

And, it seems, I knew the answer to this question, and Magnusson's comment only confirmed that Christoffer Schistad was a complete asshole.

Looking at the back of Christoffer, who was walking along the school corridor, showing his gums to the girls, I didn't dare to move in his direction, knowing full well that he would find a way to get rid of me. And his friends already looked at me with bewilderment.

Why the hell always squeezing you Schistad now is not even looking in your direction, little Thea?

Guys, Chris just stopped somewhere at the level of development of a five-year-old boy, and it is much easier for him to ignore the girl who offended him than to give her a chance to explain everything.

I wanted to be angry with him; I wanted to prove to myself that he was wrong, that Christoffer should not be jealous of Henrik, and his behavior was beyond any scope.

And then I remembered my own feelings when I saw him with other girls. The last couple of months I have been so turned inside out that a few times I even puked out the accumulated grudges along with the delicious dinners that Christoffer was cooking for me, making a note that I should leave a couple of servings for tomorrow. After all, he was planning a romantic dinner with the beauty from my class, and he would have no time to cook.

And again, he put me on these damn swings, which first gave me a feeling of euphoria and then broke, leaving me with broken knees and tear-stained eyes.

First, you watch your favorite show in the arms of a loved one, and then he says that tomorrow you are not on his schedule.

I just had to ask, and the Schistad would cancel all his dates.

But the fact that Chris deliberately lowered me to the ground every time did not allow me to even try to change something.

He did not make me rack my brains; I could easily explain each of his actions.

Larsen, now you and I will be extremely happy together, because, you know, we are drawn to each other, but tomorrow I'll leave to play with another girl, and I'll tell you about it so you don't forget that you and I will not work. I'm still the same Chris Penetrator who fucked half of the Nissen girls and will not stop. Don't forget about it, please. Now close your eyes, I will bite your collarbones and count moles on your hips while you laugh.

Probably Christoffer did not think I would watch him to the very end of the hallway, and that is why he allowed himself to turn to glance at me. Not a shadow of a smile on his face, dark circles noticeable under his eyes.

Why do I get all this impartial crap when others may tremble with his sonorous laughter?

Schistad hid around the turn, interrupting our painfully pleasant game of peepers. I just chuckled and looked again at my interlocutor. Well, I can't forever shed tears because of this egoist.

"You never talked?" I wasn't sure if Noora should know about this whole situation, now that she had something to do with Magnusson.

Lately, I transferred my role as a shoulder to cry on to her, because more and more often lately has preferred her company to my classmates.