I awoke a few hours later wrapped up alone under the blanket, and assumed Mikkel left. Thank the gods, I wanted to be alone so I could do what I wanted. The TV was off, and the only thing I could hear was the soft humming of the air vents blowing warm air into the apartment. I wanted to call Peter and have him come over, but remembered he had homework to get done. Maybe I could call Leon, but he was probably busy too. So I decided to get some of my work done and wait for Lukas to come home.
I guess he could sense I was thinking about him(even if just a bit, like a stupid radar ping), because when my phone rang, there was his name in the caller ID. I picked it up with a sigh and pressed it to my ear.
"What do you want? I'm busy."
"A nice 'hello' would've sufficed too. I'm on break and wanted to call."
"Just tell me what you called for." He usually didn't call me unless he wanted something or he was pissed. More often than not he was pissed. "What did I do now?"
"Wow, rude. I wanted to talk to my baby brother, not the spawn of hate itself. Anyway, I wanted to know where you went last night."
"Peter's. Didn't want to hear your moaning for the hundredth time. I wish you would do it at your boyfriend's place for once."
"He's moving next month. He hasn't had anyone over since he's packing."
"Or he could be coming up with an excuse to cheat on you. He wouldn't have the bed out of the house if he was going to sleep there another month," I stated, leaving Lukas to scoff from the other end.
"Whatever. He wouldn't do that."
"Suuuuure. Now I need to get some work done, so call me when you're on your way home."
"Okay, love you-" I hung up before he could finish, and sent him a text before trudging off to my room, blanket draped over my shoulders and my backpack dragging lazily behind me when I grabbed it.
The following monday, I rushed into the lecture hall, Carrying my essay tightly in my hand and practically downing my overall grade for doing so. I had overslept, and had already missed most of last week's classes because of being sick, so most of it was improvised. I ended up being two hours late, though it only would've been one if I didn't talk to Lukas about his boyfriend taking my blanket whenever I felt like taking a nap, even if he didn't listen.
I tried my best to sneak into the lecture hall while said man was turned away, apparently reviewing last week's discussion on Kinetic forces or some shit like that. I could barely understand him, even as I quietly set the essay on the desk and made my way to the nearest empty seat to pretend I had been here for the entire lecture so far.
My phone buzzed, and when I checked it to see who texted me a few minutes later, it was from Peter.
'Mrs. Whittaker's talking about you again. Using examples you left behind to show everyone what to do.'
I huffed in annoyance. I needed to get all my projects out of that school, or that teacher might break or lose them. I put my phone away, deciding I would answer later. Especially since Mikkel had been seeming to be staring directly at me now, as did everyone else in the room. I didn't even know what to do, let alone why they were even looking at me for a moment. The Dane was half-smirking at me.
"Well, Emil?" I ended up staring blankly back at him, not attempting to hide it like the idiot I am. I decided to improvise, saying the first thing that came to mind.
".. Combustion?" I realised my mistake as soon as I said that, at least half of my peers were giggling as I felt my face heat up in embarrassment. I saw him stepping up to where I was sitting, and lowered my head to cover my face.
"Good guess. But I don't think this is chemistry, or nobody in here would be near ready to work with chemicals," he murmured so only I and a few others could hear it. Though somehow, I found it stupidly and wittily hilarious to stare him straight in the eye and respond to him.
"But I know at least something about physics, and that's the fact that you move from your house to my dorm so often and you have such an attraction to my brother that he's actually started revolving around you." I didn't break eye contact, not caring to notice the room go silent as his face turned red and his confident grin to a somewhat-irritated frown. I guess he noticed I didn't care, because before I could process it he had started laughing, a collective sigh of relief having been produced as he turned away to keep going with his lesson, all while making his much too known "See me after class" glare.
Notes:
Ayyyy, sorry I am a shitty excuse for a writer, I've been busy with conventions and dog bites and mysterious ankle bruises-But anyway! Chapter three, my friends! Hope y'all enjoyed it!
Also, I'm going to explain what happens after that class since I won't explain it next chapter(Which I have started, don't worry!)
Basically, Mikkel and Emil have an awkard talk and it ends up being a fun thing of the past, until Mikkel texts Lukas about it.. Oh boy there's some shit goin down.
Anyway, please, plEASE leave a review, I need to know if there's anything I left out or what might've seemed weird or wonky to read. I really appreciate it~