Whenever my phone makes a noise, I get this strange feeling in my stomach. It's like my body tenses up at the possibility of it being Chris. And every time it isn't, I feel all my muscles relax again.
It's been like that ever since Friday night.
I saw a new side of Chris. I don't think I've ever seen anybody switch from smooth fuckboy to nice guy that fast before. It was like flipping a switch.
Out of all the people in the room, he was the only one helping. But why?
To get closer to me? Did he think I'd throw myself at him like a damsel in distress at her knight in shining armour? Sure, I needed his help and I appreciate it, but it won't give him a fast track pass into my bedroom.
Bad luck, Chris.
The message signal keeps pinging at me. Apparently, the crew has loads to talk about today. I scroll, catching up on the chat.
The best scenario would be if William was too drunk to remember who vommed on him. I doubt Chris would keep his nightly adventure with me and the girl smelling of sick secret from his best friend, though.
Would he?
If William hates Vilde, he probably hates me too. I was the one who brought her along. Has Chris got in trouble for inviting me?
I have to find out. Which means I have to talk to Chris.
Maybe I'll tell him about my anti-russ ideas. After all, he was the one asking to hear the rest of my rant.
The bad thing is I look like a naïve first year running after him to get laid. I won't sleep with him, but I suppose he has quite a few others who will. It's only a matter of time before he gets bored of me and gets what he wants from someone else.
I better work fast.
Sana spitting fire #blacklistedforlife
Wouldn't it be too good if they called their bus Blacklist 2018 lmao (skam writers take note please)
Do you like the format of the book? Would you rather have longer chapters or shorter ones in "real" time?
xoxo Lauren, the biggest Sana fangirl on the planet