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When Isak arrived at the party, he honestly didn't know what to expect. He honestly didn't even know why he'd turned up. What was the point? He'd wanted to get away from all the drama in his life at the minute from his estranged family to his ex girlfriend. The one that wouldn't stop messaging him, trying to get back with him even after he'd explicitly told her he was gay.
He was also here was because of his friends and they were nowhere to be seen. Jonas was probably hooking up with some random girl in 3rd year. Mahdi was probably looking for waffles or something and Magnus? Well he was probably trying to desperately get the attention of Vilde. Isak turned his head to the right and sure enough Magnus was sat as close as possible to Vilde trying (and failing) to get her attention whilst she gossiped with some other girls about the stupid 'Kosegruppa'.
He decided to stay for a while, but after he had finished his 4th can of beer, he was pretty bored and ultimately decided it was time for him to leave. He pushed through a hasty crowd to make it to the door. When he reached it he could see a drunken Eva making out with P.Chris on the stairs. He glanced at them before looking away in disgust. That was when he stepped forward-without looking- and bumped into some tall figure.
"Oy, watch it ," Isak uttered before trying to shove past them.
"Someone doesn't seem to be in the best of moods," the voice replied back in an overly-friendly manner.
Isak glanced up. Looking back at him were two piercing blue eyes. He realized immediately whom he had bumped into.
Even Bech Næsheim.
The jerk in the year above him who was honestly just a James Dean copy. The guy who flirted with any guy or girl he laid eyes on. The guy whose smile was hypnotic meaning that you were immediately smitten and his laugh that was so contagious you found yourself laughing along at his stupid jokes. Isak hated this guy. He hated him with every passion of his body. He was an idiot. A loser. A jerk. He hated him so much that he'd even made a listen in his phone;
Things I hate about Even Bech Næsheim:
-His stupid smile
-His over-groomed hair
-His laugh
-His flirtatious personality
-His vein attitude
-His eyes
-The way he talks (like he's the best –which he isn't)
-The fact he pretends to 'care'
-The fact he flirts with everyone
-That he plays people and leads them on.
-That he seems to show an interest in me ( and technically everyone)
-That he doesn't know why I hate him
Even was his sworn enemy and yet Even,himself, didn't know of that.
Isak groaned.
"Leaving so early?" Even questioned, raising his eyebrows before running a hand through his own styled hair.
Isak glared at him before hesitantly nodding. He then shuffled past him and made his way through the door.
That encounter with Even had just made him hate the guy even more. Did you see how much of a narcissist he was being? Isak was glad to be out of there. It was the worst party he'd ever been to and he was just glad that he could now set off home and just chill. Maybe have a few drinks with Eskild if he was in the mood. He was so lost in his thoughts, that he didn't hear the footsteps behind him. Growing closer. Suddenly he felt a hand on his fire. He swung around, ready to fight.
"Woah! Easy Isak!" The person replied. His face was covered by the shadows but from his height Isak could distinctively tell it was Even. And he was shocked that he knew his name.
Great, Isak thought. Now Even's stalking me.
"What do you want?" Isak asked, in a dry harsh voice.
Even held out a phone.
"You dropped this earlier, I presumed it therefore must be yours." He chuckled to himself, "Obviously no one in this day and age wants to be phoneless."
Isak reached forward and snatched the phone out of his hand. He looked over it cautiously making sure Even hadn't damaged it. Under his breath he muttered a thanks of sorts before walking off. Leaving Even there speechless in the cold dark night.
When he eventually arrived home, he found Eskild passed out on the sofa with what looked like some guy that he had brought home. Isak ambled past making his way to his room ,where,once entering he flopped onto his bed and flung off his SnapBack. He lay in his bed, bored senseless and wondered what could've happened if he'd stayed at the party. Maybe there could've been a fight or maybe Magnus would've finally got with Vilde. He hoped that'd happen so he wouldn't have to hear him desperately ask how he should try ask her out every single day. Now he wished he hadn't left because of all the cool things that could be happening without him. But with Even there it was better off, he didn't want to be his next one night stand. Wait... Ew! Why would he even think like that?
Isak sighed and decided not to check Instgram before going to sleep. He hadn't drunk that much but he could tell he was going to have a hangover tomorrow. He settled down in bed and pulled the blanket over his ears, just incase Noora came back, deciding she still hadn't spent enough time with her annoying friends and was going to call them. She regularly did that.
When Isak was almost a sleep his phone went off. He slowly sat up and rolled his eyes. If this was from this obsessive ex-girlfriend of his, he swore that he would throw his phone against a wall.
But it wasn't.
The number was unknown, yet Isak ultimately new who the text was from.
Hey, Isak. Are you okay? I mean ,I know I'm the last person you'd want to tell because you hate me (it's pretty obvious) but you just didn't seem yourself today, okay that sounds creepy how I'd know but I was just a bit concered, that's all. You don't have to reply, I'm just checking up because it felt like the right thing to do.
Even.
Ps. If you're wondering how I got your number, I may or may not have added it when you dropped your phone ;)
Isak placed his phone down beside him and groaned.
'Felt like the right thing to do.' Pfft. If he knew Even it was just one step in his plan to get him into his pants. Added to the fact he also got his phone number without asking him!?
And yet not soon after Isak added Even's contact into his phone, it didn't mean much because he added him as 'Asshole' but he hated the guys so what'd you expect?
But for some reason, he wasn't finished and it may've been because it was late and he was drunk or he genuinely meant it but Isak went back to his list of reasons be hates Even. And changed one of his notes. Soon after slammed down his phone and tried to get to sleep- in hope that he'd forget what he'd done in the morning.
'I hate the fact the he genuinley cares.'