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It's not that Isak's a mean person. Really, he's not. He just thinks there are some really stupid people who work for his mum, and it really gets to the blonde in ways he can't describe.
"Mr. Valtersen, I'm so sorry–"
"Don't be. Just get it right next time."
"No, but really–"
"Can you speak normally? I can't understand you with that horrid accent. And I'm busy, so I'm leaving. Clean this up, yeah?" Isak says, cutting off Pablo.
Pablo is some immigrant his mum hired to cook for him, but he doesn't get that Isak despises yokes and only eats egg whites, and this is about the fifth time he gets it wrong. Does he not understand that he likes purely squeezed orange juice? Not that artificial junk they sell in the markets? Plus, Isak can't even understand him half the time, his accent is utterly annoying and if the boy could, he'd fire him in an instant.
Isak goes up to his room, locks the door behind him and climbs onto his bed. Reaching for his phone, he looks through his contacts, trying to look for someone who doesn't completely annoy the shit out of him.
Amy? No, hate her. Alfie? No, he's so stupid. Isak hates half of these people and yet, he has them on his phone. Just a rich people thing, he assumes, but it's not like he even really cares.
Letting out a sigh, he continues to search until he stumbles upon Eva's name. Eva, believe it or not, is one of the few people Isak actually enjoys hanging out with. He's known her since they were toddlers, it's kind of hard not to love her with her contagious smile and corny jokes. Isak's already calling her, waiting on the line until he hears her perky voice.
"Hello, Eva speaking."
Isak chuckles. "Eva, I'm so terribly bored. Let's do something. Please, the help is getting to me."
"Alright. But what are we even going to do? Head to the mall? It's so boring over here."
He sighed, "Well, we can watch a comedy and then… I don't know, buy anything we want? My mum got me a new credit card. I've been like, dying to use it."
Eva chuckles, "Okay, I'm pretty close by. Actually, I'm less than a minute away. Wait for me outside, yeah?"
"Alright." with that, he hangs up and gets off his bed, heading out of his room.
The blonde walks down the stairs of his mansion and heads toward the front door, and just when he's about to open it, he has to hear that ridiculously annoying voice.
"Mr. Valtersen, your mother said–"
"I don't care what mum said. Tell her I was bored, make up anything, I'm not staying here one more minute."
"But, but Isak–"
"I told you, it's Mr. Valtersen." he snaps.
"Right, I um… Mr. Valtersen. Your mum clearly stated that–"
"Okay, tell me when I come back, yeah?" Isak doesn't give him a chance to answer, mainly because he's already slamming the door and climbing down the stairs of the front porch.
Soon enough, Eva's car appears in his drive way, and he quickly gets into the passengers seat, letting out a long breath.
"Pablo?" Eva asks.
"Yes." Isak states miserably.
"Don't be rude to him. I absolutely love my chef, and everyone who works for my family. They're basically family too."
Isak rolls my eyes. You see? This is what he means. Eva's like the sun, always bright, always lightening up everyone's day.
"Who cares anyways? Like, my mum pays them for a reason."
For about a good five minutes, Eva tries nagging Isak about how he should be nicer and treat his workers like family, while Isak tunes her out while occasionally giving her a "will do" or "mhm". He doesn't get how Eva has it in her to be so obnoxiously happy all the time. For a moment, they drive in complete silence, and everything's just fine until they arrive.
"Hey, there's a parking space right there!" Isak exclaims, pointing towards an empty space next to a FIAT. The mall is always so packed, finding any spaces is a miracle, especially when they're this close to the main entrance.
Eva turns on her lights and starts coming forward slowly, and just when she's about to park, a motorcycle speeds right in there, beating her to it. As soon as that happens, two other motorcycles park right next to it. Two idiots with sunglasses come and high five the guy who took their parking space. Their parking space, for crying out loud. There's three boys and one girl.
Isak's pretty sure Eva sensed his next move, because she quickly spoke up in attempts to calm his rage.
"Isak, it's fine, there's other spaces around here, really–"
Isak doesn't let her finish, he's getting off the car and storming towards the people, clenching his fists to control his rage.
The people are laughing. One is drinking beer while the other two are smoking a cigarette, and the girl is just standing there laughing at something one of them said. Just the smell of nicotine is enough to make Isak nauseous.
"Hey!" he shouts, coming between them and looking at the one who took their parking space. He has his sunglasses on, so Isak can't see his eyes, but his hair is light brown, and unlike the other three, he's the only one wearing a leather jacket.
Isak watches as he slowly pulls down his sunglasses and takes a drag of his cigarette. Wow, he's even an attractive idiot, how lovely.
"Can I help you?" he asks, his voice reeks of self confidence, Isak wants to slap him right there.
"Yes, you can. You and your idiot friends took our parking space, we saw it first. And do you mind taking your lung cancer somewhere else please? Some of us enjoy fresh air."
The other three let out a dramatic 'oh' from behind and start cracking up. Isak just rolls his eyes at their idiotic behavior.
He takes another drag from his cigarette and blows it right onto the blondes face, causing him to cough violently.
"Or what, curly?" he asks. Oh, so this guy wants a fight? Isak will give him one.
"Do you even know who you're talking to?" he asks incredulously.
He sighs, "No, but I bet you're going to tell me." he throws his cigarette to the ground and steps on it, and that gets Isak even more fired up.
"That's littering, you're killing our planet! I'll have you know I'm the son of Margaret Valtersen, the most important doctor in the Scandinavian colony and–"
"Yo Even, Mrs. Valtersen sounds hot." one of his friends from behind Isak blurts out. Hearing all four of them laugh makes him want to slap them senseless.
"You're so utterly rude and disgusting, I'm serious. My friend had this parking space first!"
"Wow, guys, I'm sorry about him, he's kind of a diva." he hears Eva say from behind him. Isak turns towards her, not believing what she just said.
"I'm so not a diva!" he defends himself.
"Yeah, of course not Isak. Anyways, sorry about him. I already found a parking space, it's all cool." Eva states calmly.
Isak glares at her, "You're letting them have it their way? What's wrong with you Eva?!"
"It's just a parking space." she shrugs casually.
"I like you. I'm Jonas." one of the four with the beer in his hand states.
Isak watches incredulously as they spark up a conversation. What is this? Eva speaking with the lower class? Has the world gone mad?
He turns back to the male in front of him, giving him his best death glare. All he does is smirk, and Isak feels his insides begin to coil in anger.
"You think you're so cool, don't you? Is that what you think?" he steps closer to him, and he's quiet, so Isak continues, "Do you even know who you're talking with huh, do you?"
"Of course I do," he replies, Isak's about to snap at him until he speaks again, "I'm talking to some spoiled rich kid who thinks the world revolves around him. Do you know who you're talking to?"
"Some wanna be thug who thinks he's a complete bad boy?" the blonde challenges.
He chuckles, "I like you."
Isak rolls his eyes, "So I've been told."
"Aren't you just a little piece of shit?"
"Wow. You cuss too. How much lower can you get? Were you raised by wolves?"
"Nah, mum's dead. Dad's a fucking wanker. I'd like to say I raised myself."
"Was that supposed to make me feel sorry for you?"
"I don't need a rich bitches' pity." he declares calmly.
Isak shakes his head in complete anger, "Eva, we're leaving!"
Isak turns around, just to realize that Eva isn't even there anymore. None of the guys friends are there.
"What? Did your little friend leave you?"
He snaps his head towards him. He's smirking, his blue eyes eyeing Isak's every move.
"Eva would never leave me, what did you do to her?" he asks angrily.
"My friend Jonas, he has his eyes on your friend. And I know your friend thinks he's cute too, I mean…" he points behind Isak, causing the blonde to turn around. At first, he has to squint his eyes because they're really far away, but then he see's clearly. It's Eva with that guy, and she's talking with him, smiling and laughing, and Isak knows Eva's flirting face, and she has it on blast right now.
"You're such a… you're such a jerk!" he lunges towards him, smacking the taller boys chest as hard as he can. That's when Isak feels him grab onto both his wrists, tightening his grip on him and pushing him up against a car, or better yet, the FIAT Isak saw earlier.
"Really now?" he asks, smiling cockily. Isak tries getting out of his grasp, but wow, he's strong.
"Let me go!" he says, between gritted teeth.
"You're so hot when you're mad." he says, looking down at the blonde with a smirk.
For a second, Isak stares back at him, Even's eyes basically burning into his own, and he actually gets lost in them, because wow, he actually has really pretty eyes. But then he snaps back to his senses.
"You're so irritating!"
"I'd say the same about you." he answers back smoothly. He finally lets go of Isak's wrists and Isak uses that as a chance to push him.
"Gosh, I hate you."
Isak can't really input anything else because he starts laughing. Cracking up actually, holding onto his stomach.
"Oh shit, did you just…" he pauses to catch his breath, "did you just say gosh?" he asks, looking at Isak with tears in his eyes due to his excessive laughter.
"Um, yes? Why would I use the lord's name in vain?" apparently this seems to be even funnier. Because now? He's full on cackling, unable to control himself.
Isak rolls his eyes at his stupidity. And after what seems like forever, he catches his breath.
"That's cute." he mocks.
"I'm leaving." he states, turning his back to him.
"Really? Where will you go? You have no car. Your friend is nowhere to be seen, and you're just a little rich kid. How old are you even? Fifteen?"
"Sixteen, thank you very much." Isak corrects him.
He chuckles, "Cute. Let me guess, you go to some snotty fucking private school?"
"Yeah, so?"
He steps closer to Isak, pulling out another cigarette, putting it between his lips and lighting it up. He takes a drag and then exhales.
"I bet I could make you blush without even trying."
Isak scoffs. "Try me."
Even nods, "Alright. When was your last blow job?"
"Um, I–"
"Top or bottom?"
"I don't–"
"Bottom. You don't look like a top for shit. Do you like getting fingered?"
"I'm… I–I… I don't-"
"No wait, let me guess! You're a virgin?" Isak's quiet, and Even just scoffs, "You are a virgin, aren't you?"
Isak lets out an exasperated breath, "Yes…"
Even looks at him seriously, he throws his cigarette to the ground, steps on it and walks closer to him. Isak tries to move back, but he's already pressed against the other car. Even's looking down at him, and it's times like these where Isak regrets being so short. Because right here, right now, he has him right where he wants him, against a car with nowhere to run.
Isak feels his breathing hitch, because wow, he's so close too. He expects him to smell like complete garbage, crap even, but Isak can smell a mixture of cigarettes and vanilla, and for some strange reason, he likes it.
Yeah, he likes the way this delinquent smells. He feels his heart begin to race, why is he even doing this? Why is Isak even having this reaction?
His large hand caresses the blonde's cheek, Isak's holding his breath, waiting for what's to come.
"Do you want me to change that?" he whispers softly. Isak looks up at him with wide eyes, feeling his cheeks turn bright red, well, not that they weren't before, but still. His insides get all tingly.
"I, um…"
He pulls away, chuckling softly, "See? Fucking told you I could make you blush."
Isak feels his anger rising. He wants to punch him so badly, it's amazing. He can't believe he even fell for that.
"You're such a jerk." he states, pushing past him and walking away.
"Hey, where are you even going?"
"To find Eva."
"Wait, come back." Isak picks up his pace, walking a little faster.
Isak feels him grab onto his skinny wrist and spin him around, "What?!"
"I'm sorry, okay?"
"You're not, you're just a jerk."
He sighs, running a hand through his hair, "I am fucking sorry, okay? Look, I'm sorry curly, alright? Just don't walk out now, you have no where to go."
"I'd rather be alone than to be with you."
"Ouch, that stung. But seriously, fucking forgive me alright? For fuck sakes, come on, don't take it up the ass."
Isak scoffs, "How do I know you're not messing with me again?"
Even exhales, "Fine. Do over, yeah? I'm Even. Even Bech Næsheim. And you're Isak Valtersen."
Isak raises an eyebrow, "How do you know that?"
Even looks at him as if he was stupid, and that's when Isak realizes he has his name knitted onto his polo. Now he feels stupid, thanks to this idiot.
"Oh look, they're coming back." Even says. Isak turns around and sighs in relief when he see Eva walking back with that Jonas kid, and the other two friends of theirs.
"Finally, where were you?" Isak asks.
"Jonas, Noora and William know this amazing place by the roof of the mall. Holy shit, I'm so stoned right now."
Isak stares at Eva incredulously, "You smoked?"
She nods her head as if it's nothing, as if she just didn't tell Isak she smoked with some random thugs.
"Mate, you alright? You look like you've just seen a ghost." William says.
"I just can't believe it. Eva, how could you?"
"How could I what?" she asks, raising her eyebrows in confusion.
"Smoke! That kills your lungs!"
She chuckles, "So? Isak, I'm seventeen, you're sixteen, and yeah, you're barely sixteen. More like sixteen and a month, but still, have a little fun."
Even chuckles next to him, and Isak simply rolls his eyes.
"There's lots of ways to have fun that don't involve ruining your lungs."
"Really now? What's the funnest thing you've done, bad ass?" Even asks from behind Isak. Now everyones looking at the blonde, expecting him to answer.
"Um… playing golf is fun." he says.
For a moment, everything's dead silent. Then everyone starts laughing, and for the millionth time today, Isak feels anger rush through him.
"Please, you haven't had a fun moment in your life!" Jonas states, cackling along with everyone else.
"Yes I have!" Isak argues.
"Nah, he's just a good boy. A richy rich good boy."
There's two things that completely set Isak off. One of them is bad choices in shoes, the other one is getting called a wimp, or being implied that he's a wimpy rich boy. Yeah, he's a rich boy, but he's not a wimp.
"I'm not a good boy." he says, crossing his arms.
"Alright then, take a swig of my beer." Jonas hands him his bottle. He eyes it nervously.
"I don't drink." everyone's laughing before he can even finish his statement.
"Guys, did I tell you he says gosh?" Even asks, they start laughing even harder, including Eva. Isak feels so betrayed right now.
"Kid, you couldn't be bad if you tried." Jonas states.
Isak shakes his head, "Yeah, whatever."
"Hey, here's a good idea! Jonas and I are going out on Friday with William and Noora. It's going be a wild night. Come with us Isak." Eva says. Isak feels like gagging just with the fact that Eva is even interested in this kid.
"And third wheel? Pass."
"You don't have to third wheel. Even can go with you." Jonas says.
"I'd rather walk on burning rocks than to go out with him." Isak states coldly.
"Nah guys, he's just scared." Even says from behind Isak.
"I'm not scared!" Isak snaps at him.
"Then go out with me on Friday," he says cooly.
"No!"
Everyone's quiet and that's when he hears William and Jonas whistle, Noora nodding her head, clearly entertained. Even is nodding as he steps closer to Isak.
"Oh shit Isak, you're fucked. Even likes a challenge." William says, looking at him with an expression Isak can't quite read.
"Yeah, whatever, let's go Eva." Isak grab Eva's wrist to drag her with him, but before that, he has to witness her have a mini make out session with Jonas. Gross.
"Text me!" Eva calls out as Isak drags her away from everyone.
"Will do!" Jonas calls back.
Isak's speed walking, wanting to get away from there as fast as he can. It's already been a bad enough day.
"Just wait, you will fall for me Isak!" the blonde hears Even's idiotic voice call from behind him.
"You wish!" Isak shouts back.
There's no way, in a thousand years, that Isak would fall for a scumbag like Even Bech Næsheim, and that he can promise.