#noorhelm

The make-out was heated, neither of them wanting to let the other go, both of them fighting for dominance, but with minutes ticking by, they had less and less time to get themselves decent before they had to go two separate ways, as Noora insisted on in order to not raise any suspicion amongst their peers.

Noora broke off their kiss, not really wanting to, but aware that if she doesn’t, her lips will be all swollen up before 8 am, and after her girl friends saw her with her lipstick smudged, she cannot afford another mishap. She climbed back down into her seat.

“Her seat”. When did she start thinking of it as “her seat”? For all she knew not even William was hers. She tried to push that thought in the back of her mind, but she couldn’t help but wonder what they really were.

Sure, he was convincing her that she was ”the one” and talking about making them breakfast, begging her to stay a bit longer, wanting to marry her, the list going on and on. There had to be a reason that half of the school swooned over him. He was a smooth talker, for all she knew, this was just a part of his routine.

She opened the mirror on the left side of the car, applying her red lipstick and wiping away exes from the corner of her mouth with her fingers.

“Do we really have to go?”, William asked exasperatedly. “We can just skip it.”

Noora gave him a fake court laugh: “Maybe you can skip school but that’s not what I’m doing. I am saving up my absences in case I will actually need them further on in the year.”

William rolled his eyes: “Of course you do”, before guiding her head back to his, fully intending on using the rest of their time together.

The time was ticking by, but Noora was still weak for him and it didn’t take much of persuasion for them to continue where they left off.

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Noora couldn’t get herself to wake fully up, her new hobby of sneaking off with William taking a toll on her. She managed to get through half of the day and could hardly wait for a 15 minute break between classes when she could get herself a coffee or at least splash some water in her face.

As always during this time, Vilde came excitedly to her friends with new daily gossip they never seemed to care about, but no one ever stopped her. They figured it was easier to just let her ramble on about whatever that occupied her attention that day. Sometimes the girls indulged her if the gossip was something that they took interest in. However, more often than not, it was about William. And not one of them ever cared to ask follow-up questions about that after their debacle in the beginning of the year.

She lowered her binders on the table the girls were sitting around and started off:

“William is walking around the school with lipstick on his neck. He was allegedly never this careless. He slept with girls and everyone knew about it, but before hoodies no one knew with who. It was all just rumours. This is more Chris’ style. He is the one who kisses and tells.”

Noora straightened up, her whole body rigid. Fuck.

She discreetly covered her mouth with her arm under the guise of holding her head up.

“So he was very productive this morning.”, Sana says, her gaze falling onto Noora.

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Noora hated lying. She found herself lying an abnormal amount after meeting William. First it was for Vilde’s sake. Now it was for hers. She hated herself. Couldn’t live like this. Surely it would be easier to say that she accidentally fell for William than it would be to lie constantly? Vilde would hate her. And she is selfish.

After splitting up from her girls, saying she has to grab something from her locker, she went to the bathroom and wiped off her lipstick for the remainder of the day. Then, she went on a hunt for the fool parading around with her lipstick on his neck. She considered asking older students where he is but decided against it.

Finally, after circling Nissen for the umpteenth time, she first spots Chris, followed closely by William. She waits for people to clear up before grabbing him by the arm, not caring that Chris sees them. He already knew she spent the night at William’s several weeks ago. If he wanted to tell anyone they slept together or fooled around or whatever he thought they were doing, he would by now. Besides, William wouldn’t willingly hang out with someone like that, at least she hoped so.

With her arm still around his biceps, she leads him into an empty room, locking the door behind them.

“Take that off”

As much as he wanted her, this wasn’t how he pictured it.

“Huh?”

To be fair to him, in her frenzy she didn’t realize how it all sounds.

“You have my lipstick on your neck, it’s peeking out from your hoodie. Wipe it off.”

“Where is your lipstick.”, he asks as observant as ever with his gaze on her lips.

She looks up, annoyed that she has to waste more time on this than necessary: “I am the only one who enters the school with red lipstick at 8am every single day and today you strutted down with red smeared all over you. Do you think that no one would be able to put two and two together?”

He smirks cockily:” Why do you care if I have some girl’s lipstick all over me?”

She doesn’t move an inch, looking up at him. Her jaw tense. She crosses her arms and tilts her head slightly.

He was smart enough to realize that jokes implying other girls were strictly forbidden. Noted.

He tried a different approach, realizing he came out as a typical fuckboy. Again. Old habits die hard.

“I like being marked by you. Everyone knows I belong to you. But I didn’t realize it was still there. Sorry. I tried to wipe everything off but I guess I missed this one. I will fix it right now.”

She only gave him a little nod, her mouth curling upwards before turning to unlock the door.

He caught her hand with his, but she didn’t turn around nor look up at him, her gaze steady on the floor.

“I don’t get a goodbye kiss?”

“You can ask some girl for that.”

He crooks his neck to see her face from the profile, knowing this won’t work on her, but it was worth a try: “I am asking my girl.”

He never called anyone “his”. He never mixed feelings with pleasure. Feeling only complicated things and he had enough on his plate as it is. That being said, he was always abundantly clear on where he stood with the other person. Until recently, he tried being a decent enough guy for girls to want to sleep with him, but cold enough to make them realize that’s all he wanted from them. Then when a blonde freshman appeared in front of him and, although he hated admitting it, rightfully defended her friend, she was all he could think about. He was positively infatuated with her, and after spending more and more time with her, she occupied every bit of his mind, making him reevaluate his stance on relationships. He never denied himself anything and he sure as hell wasn’t going to start now.

As expected, that line didn’t make her swoon but she smiled to herself, earnestly this time, while closing her eyes for a moment. He was not sure whether this reaction was out of embarrassment, fondness or something else entirely.