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 . 'She's fully grown!' "What are you doing in this school?" Christina shot off her next question .
"What do you mean? I'm a student here . " Something in her eyes wavered .
"If you're eighteen then I'm the princess of Japan . "
That hit home . 'But what is that woman doing here, wearing our uniform and 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 identity card . " 'She's been here for at least a month . There's no way she's not registered here . '
"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 party for the middle of the Japanese rainy 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 and sour 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 . "
Chapter end
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