SKAM - Censured

TORSDAG 08:23 a.m ―Chris...? - I sat down slowly on the bed and looked around - Hey? - the silence was embarrassing, even appearing to be alone in the room. Something caught my eye at the foot of the bed, it was a crumpled piece of paper. I crawled until I reached him and sat on my own two feet. “You snore. PChris” I couldn't contain my laughter, when I managed to stop laughing, I realized there was something else written on the back of the paper. “Take care of my sweatshirt.” It was then that I realized I was wearing one of the Penetrators' sweatshirts. In less than 1 second I had gotten up, the cold of the floor didn't bother me, but the fact that I was dressed specifically in this sweatshirt made me annoyed. Very angry. I tried to remember when, last night, Christoffer Schistad had tagged me with one of HIS girls. He knew what it meant to have one of those, and he knew what it meant TO ME. But if he expected me to join the “Penetrator Girls” club, he was completely wrong.