Chapter 4: Swedish Measures

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September 1st: Saturday

"Oh I'm sorry! Is the sound of me whining annoying you?!" Leva shouts and Everleigh rolls her eyes.

"For 8 am?"

"Actually yes." I groan , throwing my textbook at her. "Jag vill hoppa av college just nu."

"Here we go!" Everleigh exclaims hitting her head against the closer door.

"Visste du att alla har fyra skäl att dö och att de inte vet det ännu så att de lever tills de lär sig de fyra skälen? College är en av dem."

"What is she saying!" Leva's girlfriend, Deanna, barges in and I groan.

"College är värdelöst! Jag hatar detta."

"It's full swedish. We never know what shes saying and this is a daily thing. Carm, Sammi is calling. Please speak english for fucks sake."

"Sammi?" I ask and she's sobbing.

"This guy just hit me. I'm losing it right now. Can I come by you guys?"

"Yeah. Come on over. I'll clean you up."

"Okay. I love you."

"I love you more."

She hung up and I took a deep breath.

"Jag hatar män. de är dumma och arroganta rövhål! De kan alla dö! Jag gillar inte män!" I shout.

"What the?"

It was silent for a moment or two and then the door swung open, a beaten Sammi in the door way.

"Sammila." I cry out, tackling her. "Vad hände älskling?"

"Jag var i matsalen och den här killen visste vem jag var och han slog mig. han gjorde det här! Han hette Parker! Han är på fotbollslaget!"

"Min ex-pojkvän och Levas kusin spelar på laget! Han berättade nog för Parker!"

"Förstår de oss?"

"No. Guys, A guy named Parker beat her up."

"Deanna and Everleigh can stalk him and then get revenge!" Leva smiles.

"We're on it." Deanna smiles as Everleigh grabs her laptop and the two huddle around it.

While they search, Sammi and I go to the bathroom to clean her up. Leva is in the kitchen, cooking up lucnh for the five of us. I shut the door behind Sammi as she pulls herself onto the sink countertop and I kiss her gently before getting the stuff to clean her up.

I only know how to clean cuts up from high school after constantly getting fights. I'd have to rush to clean them up before practices so my coach wouldn't get mad. Getting in fight risked me during sports so all evidence would be hidden.

"bra jobb kärlek."

"Are you okay? I know you start talking in Swedish a lot when things bug you."

"Homesick."

"Awe baby. I love you."

"I love you too." I smile, hugging her and Leva walks in.

"How's it coming along? He beat you badly huh?"

Leva is one of the best people when it comes to comfort.

"Yeah." Is all Sammi quietly whispers, clearly holding back tears.

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It didnt take Everleigh and Deanna long to find Parker. Since Sammi and I are both athletes, we aren't allowed to fight but if no one else knows then there won't be an issue, right?

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