Laursen - Part 6

Few weeks ago…

"Hey, I was watching you dancing and I have to say, that you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen."

The girl, Etienne was talking to, was blushing madly, but wasn't turned off by his cheesy pick-up line at all. It was Saturday evening and they were in a club, dancing, drinking and having fun. Moreover Etienne was a handsome guy who couldn’t be turned down so easily. Which girl wouldn’t talk to a handsome Mediterranean guy, who didn’t seem to be a complete macho? Furthermore she was very attractive herself and she knew how to use her female charms.

"You're cute, although you're line is a bit lame," she giggled, "Are you saying this to all girls you want to get in your bed?"

"Haha, how mean of you," Etienne laughed and started dancing with her, "I'm honest with you. You're so beautiful that I have to kiss you."

Before she could reply anything, he was holding her tightly and pressed his lips on hers. She didn't resist and was enjoying the very moment. Far away from the dance floor, Lauri and Paul were standing at the bar, watching Etienne intertwining his tongue with a random girl's one and stroking her lower back. Lauri swallowed his pride and finished his beer, while passing five dollars to Paul.

"I told ya, he'll get her."

"Fucking Etienne and his Guerilla tactic," Lauri mumbled in frustration and ordered another pint, "Because of this ugly faggot, I'll lose all my money to you."

"No-one said you have to gamble with me," Paul laughed and put the money in his pocket.

"But this is the fourth in a row! Normally she had to turn him down!"

"Bad luck, bro."

Today...

It became official: The Débuchy Challenge was finally succeeded by Etienne Rodriguez-Clément and Paul was mad like hell, when the Mediterranean told him about that. In the beginning the French didn’t want to believe his friend, but his expression instantly froze, when Etienne called his girlfriend to prove it. You could even say that Paul's eyes were literally popping out of his head. 

The new couple tried to spend as much time as possible together, although the two of them barely had time for each other. Three times a week, Sheryl had her orchestra practices after college and Etienne needed to concentrate on his studies, even if he didn’t like it at all. Still, he would take his girlfriend to college and pick her up in the early evening. Everything was sweet and cute, but Lauri thought it was just annoying. His best friend couldn’t stop grinning like a love-struck fool, but on the other hand, he completely stopped flirting with other girls when they went out. So it was actually fine. In contrast, Sheryl had the bad luck to draw all hatred from Etienne’s fangirls to her for taking the most wanted bachelor away, but it seemed like she couldn't have cared less about their opinion. She was indifferent towards them and didn’t waste her time listening to their insults. Even though Lauri had decided not to interfere in their business, he couldn’t shut out the talking. 

"What's so special about that bitch? Just because she claimed not to have a boyfriend before?"

"I bet, these are all lies."

"Poor Etienne. Such an attractive guy, but his girlfriend is a whore..."

Lauri had the feeling that his head was going to explode. Poor Etienne? Were they serious? Why were they pitying a lady killer in the first place? They should be happy for him to have found someone even though this relationship was based on a stupid bet. 

After lessons, when the Finn was walking down the stairs from the second floor, he saw Sheryl on the first floor reading a text message. She was smiling brightly and looked so happy. It must be Etienne, who had texted her, and she seemed to be in love. Lauri smiled bitterly and his heart seemed to be in pain. It hurt. He didn't care that she was Etienne's girlfriend, because it was her decision. The only thing Lauri wanted was just to talk to her and ask her why their friendship suddenly ended.

“Sheryl!”

She turned around but it didn’t seem that she had heard him. Did someone else call her? Sheryl looked scared and wanted to rush down the stairs to get away from that person, but she didn’t. It almost seemed like Sheryl was petrified by Medusa herself. Lauri needed to hurry and rushed down when the person suddenly grabbed her arm and pulled her further in the first corridor till he couldn’t see her anymore. Sheryl didn’t scream or anything else. When Lauri finally reached the first floor, he made a disturbing discovery. 

“You must be freaking kidding me!“ the Finn exclaimed and his blood was boiling from anger. Daniel Romanov was holding Sheryl tightly and was nibbling on her ear. It didn’t seem like he wanted to let her get away without sending chills down her spin. Moreover Daniel didn’t even care that Lauri caught them together like this. Sheryl on the other hand looked uneasy and wanted to get away from Daniel as far as possible. 

“It’s up to you what you think about this,” the Belarussian let the struggling girl go and acted coolly as usual, “you will get back to the old times, my little Débuchy.”

Then Daniel walked away as if nothing had happened, leaving a confused Lauri and a scared Sheryl behind. His arrogant grin full of self-confidence was making the Finn sick. The urge to hit his upper classmate in the face was growing inside, but Lauri just barely hold himself back. That was not worth it, not now. He wanted an answer from Sheryl why that guy was doing that, even if Lauri had to force her to talk. When Daniel’s steps finally faded away, Sheryl collapsed to her knees and started crying.  

“Chère, explain! What is going on?”

But she couldn’t answer him through her sobbing and just looked pitiful. Lauri sighed and scratched his head. Should he call Etienne and tell him to come to their college to pick her up? That probably was be the best idea. The Finn took his mobile out of his pocket and dialled his friend’s number, while patting Sheryl’s head to comfort her. 

“Man, what have you done, Chère?” Lauri sighed and was waiting for Etienne to answer his mobile.

“Laursen…”

Huh? 

“Laursen…please... don't go...,” she sobbed, "Don't leave me... again..."