Mandag - 13:02.

"Noora. He's staring at you."

The statement that escaped from Vilde's mouth baffled her, but didn't surprise her. She was used to getting stared at, not that she liked to boast about it. She'd rather be more of the suffer-in-silence type.

As she soon as she heard Vilde's words, she rolled her eyes. Noora knew Vilde was talking about William. It was painfully obvious, since Vilde seemed to have this unhealthy obsession with the biggest womaniser in Oslo.

"Fuck him." Noora whispered nonchalantly, continuing to focus her mind on the Jane Austen novel she was reading.

"...Did you say something to him, Noora? Is that why he's staring at you?"

This question baffled Noora even more. What was Vilde talking about? Noora had told Vilde of William's antics. He was excruciatingly obsessed with Noora, at the moment. Noora had said quite a lot to William, some things she refused to say aloud.

Noora couldn't care less about William's staring problems. He was obnoxious and self-righteous. The two most annoying things she hated about men, but they were always part of the package.

"Vilde, what are you talking about? You know everything about what I've said to William. I don't know why he keeps staring at me - maybe he has eye problems." Noora replied to her quirky, blonde friend.

She hadn't looked at William once, since Vilde mentioned he was staring at her. Noora's eyes averted back to the novel she had lost her mind in, and tried to forget about William.

"Noora, she's not talking about William..." Eva spoke up this time, with a hint of shock in her voice.

At this, Noora's mind exploded. William not staring at her? That was a first. She shook her head, and continued to read. But the words became jumbled in her mind. Her vision became blurred. Maybe she did care, after all.

Noora cleared her throat and looked up from her rambunctious reading.

"Well, who are you talking about then?" She asked, looking at both Vilde and Eva.

"Penetrator Chris." They both spoke, simultaneously.

Noora furrowed her eyebrows, in bewilderment.

Penetrator Chris? The guy was scum.

She had nothing to do with him, and if he was staring at her, it was probably because he wanted another first year to bang, since Noora was the only one he hadn't pressed his member into.

She quickly scanned the room to look for William's friend. Her eyes seemed to find him at the corner of the room, sipping on what looked like orange juice, and he indeed, was staring at Noora.

Their eyes locked for a minute, but Noora shook her head out of the moment and turned back to Vilde and Eva.

"Scum." She stated, picking up her book. She flipped through the pages but the recent vision of Christoffer Schistad morphed itself into her mind.

"Maybe he likes you." Vilde spoke, with sudden excitement.

Vilde had a desperation to be popular ... to be somewhat affiliated with the Penetrator Boys. But that wasn't happening, and Noora liked it that way.

"Thought he had a thing for Eva." Noora replied, trying to kick the vision of Chris out of her head.

She looked up from her book, to catch of a glimpse of him. She was merely curious to see whether or not he was still staring at her. Unfortunately for Noora, he was. He was staring at her like she was his prey. She found it pure disturbing.

"Well, after ruining my relationship with Jonas, he's not really interested in me anymore." Eva spoke, with a certain sadness. It was clear and present that Eva had feelings for the fuckboy.

Noora pretended to read Jane Austen's views on a love story, but she couldn't stop occasionally glancing at Chris. His eyes invited her in. It was even more disturbing. It was like they penetrated her in.

She laughed to herself, thinking of the pun.

Noora didn't care at all for Christoffer, but she couldn't stop her eyes from travelling towards him nonetheless.