Someone
bumped into her from behind. Christina took a step forward and
regained her balance by the window in the stairwell.
“Excuse
me!”
It
was another student. A third year according to her uniform.
“Oh,
it's you! I didn't know.”
Christina
gave the third year a long stare. Suzu-something. She remembered her
from somewhere.
“I
apologise for my errors,” the third year suddenly said and bowed
deep.
Christina
got a good look at where her neckline dropped to where her cleavage
was covered by the blouse. You were among those who attacked me!
She studied the girl closer. Something was definitely off. Wait a
minute!
“How
old are you?” Christina asked the still bowing figure.
“Wh…
what?” She rose.
Christina
looked at her neck and hands.
“What
are you doing in this school?” Christina shot off her next
question.
“What
do you mean. I'm a student here.”
“If
you're eighteen then I'm the princess of Japan.”
That
hit home. But what is that woman doing here, wearing our
uniform an all? The girls attacking her had been suspended for a
week or so. That was all. No police, no nothing. But this...
“What
do you...”
“Drop
it! I'm sure the police would be very interested in your...” What's
that damn word again? “Your id.”
“I
don't understand what...”
“I
said drop it. I'll talk with Ulf Hammargren. He's good at digging
things up.” If you call my bluff I'm busted. But there really is
no way in hell you're under twenty.
“I
can't say anything. Do whatever you want.”
Christina
didn't dare push it any more right now. She left and went in search
for Ulf. He was most probably in their club room planning a garden
part for the middle of the Japanese rain season.
In Sweden,
Moron-sama. Nori-chan got that part right, about Moron-sama. 'It's
mandatory in Sweden.' You idiot! How do you plan to have them eat
sour milk mixed with boiled potatoes and salty herring? Hammer it
down their throats? And I even backed him on this!
Sometimes
his 'we do it like this in Sweden' really frayed her nerves. He
could get
used
to
doing some 'like in Sweden' himself. Like telling
her he loved her would be a good start.
As
it was now he only made her nervous, and flustered, and all warm
inside, and… But that wasn't the point. That was her
falling uncontrollably in love with him. She knew that. There was no
returning now.
Twice
before. When I was fourteen, the first time, and when I was twenty.
Twice. She
shook her head while she half-ran through the corridor. I
promised myself I'd never allow myself to be that stupid again.
Christina stopped just outside the door. Ulf,
damn you! I'm falling so hard for you I don't know what to do any
longer.
She
needed to open that door. They were already dating, weren't they?
There was no reason for her to feel this uncertain, was there?
Then
she found her resolve. Right now she needed his strength and
arrogance more than his love. She pulled the door open.
“Ulf, we
need to talk.”
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