Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Chris seems eager. I guess the idea of getting to the new girl before anyone else is exciting to him. Is that how it works? Get there before other guys can. Typical douchebag behaviour; marking territory. It makes me feel sick.
Why have I got myself into this mess?
I can't believe I agreed to it. I regret the first message the moment I press send. I have to remind myself I'm only talking to Chris to win the others' friendship.
Girl flirts with horny boys in return for friends.
A new type of prostitution?
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
It's easier than I expect; I have barely even turned on my flirty side when he mentions the party. It's evident he's used to getting his way.
Charming.
Can't wait to tell the others and see their reactions. Especially Vilde, she'll be over the moon.
I'm not. I feel disgusted with myself for sounding so desperate. He probably thinks I actually want to sleep with him.
I'm just about to head home, when I hear people talking by the entrance. Chris' distinctive laugh echoes between the walls. I slow down, waiting at the top of the stairs.
"I've invited a couple of first years."
"First years? Who?"
"You know the really pretty one? Eva?"
"The new girl?"
"She's so keen," Chris says. "I think I might–"
The door shuts behind them, and the voices fade.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
When Chris says he wants to party with you, you have to. It's the law. In the fuckboy universe. Or something.
