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" So, I saw you and Christoffer leave the party together on Friday.. " Noora trailed off.

" Yeah.. " I trailed off.

" Things all good now? " She hopefully asked.

" I- I don't know. " I stuttered, " I don't know what I'm doing. I want to be with him Noora. But when I'm with him I don't know what to do. My brain is all scrambled, my heart races. I'm still mad though, I just don't know why. I want to be with him. When I'm not with him, I feel like I can't breathe. I'm losing my fucking mind. "

" That means you love him. " Noora said lightly.

" What? " I asked, running my hand through my hair nervously once more.

" You're in love with him. "

" What am I going to do? " I groaned.

" Tell him. " She shooed me.

+

I ran down the halls, searching for Christoffer.

I bumped into William.

" William! " I said happily.

" Aria! " He mirrored my actions.

" I need to- uhm- talk to Christoffer. Do you- do you know here he is? " I rambled.

" He's about to get out of the French room, needed tutoring. Teacher usually leaves in a minute or so. " He shrugged.

" Thank you, 'Willhelm' " I said, mocking Noora's nickname for him.

" You're welcome. " He chucked.

I leaned myself against the wall by the French room's door. I tapped my foot on the ground nervously, going over what I'd say.

My thoughts were interrupted my the door being opened, the teacher walked out. She was followed by 5 or so students. Christoffer being the last one.

I grabbed his arm and pulled him back into the once empty room with me. I shut the door behind me.

" Aria, what're you doing. I've got to go meet William. " Christoffer said.

" I'm sorry. " I blurted.

" Why are you sorry? " He asked, intently.

" I'm sorry for being such a bitch to you. For being so cold. Not giving you a chance, not listening to what you had to say. I- I'm sorry. "

" It wasn't your fault. Partially mine. " He joked.

" I guess. " I shrugged, sitting down on one of the tables.

" Can I ask you something? " Christoffer asked, " Why do you hate me so much? "

" I'm not going to- " I started.

" Answer it. What do you hate about me? " He demanded.

" I hate the things you do to make me feel this way about you. I hate the way you had to fuck everything up between us. What I hate most is I don't even hate you, not at all. Not even a little. " I signed, tears forming in my arms.

Christoffer wrapped his arms around me.

I pulled away, " I- do. I love you. "

" I love you too Aria. I'm so fucking in love with you. "