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Chapter Six: The First Rehearsal
The next day in Drama, Emil was nervously holding out his arms so the people making the costumes would get the right measurements. The girls taking his measurements were giggling like mad, throwing at each other the gossip of the day while telling the costume designers his size.
Richter, still upset about being the evil queen, refused to be measured. Anyone that got close to him would receive a fearsome glare, and that usually scared off all the annoying costumers.
"Sorry I'm late!" said the dark-haired prince, "Coach was being stingy on how many practices I could miss."
"It's perfectly alright, Mr. Sanders," purred Decus in a malicious way, "You just have to figure out how to get your mother's measurements."
"My WHAT!"
Decus sighed.
"The evil queen's measurements. For the costume," the teacher restated in simpler terms, "He's sulking in the corner, refusing to let anyone get close to him to take his measurements. We can't have the queen in super-tight clothes, now can we?"
Wolfe hesitatingly looked into the corner of the room where a sinister aurora seemed to engulf whoever stepped close. Sitting smack dab in the middle was none other than that fearsome redhead, famous for his equally fiery temper.
"W-Well…," Wolfe stuttered, trying to find an escape route to avoid Richter's wrath, "did you try sending Emil? He's his roommate!"
"That little boy is too much of a coward! He is even scared of the tiny, microscopic gnats that fly around outside! How would he be able to face the Demon Lord, Mr. Abend?" scoffed Decus, slight sneer emerging on his face.
This earned a twitch from Richter.
"I'll let him measure me," muttered the intimidating man, "as long as you don't call me a Demon Lord ever again."
This sent Emil pinking at his cheeks in a light blush. He was still a bit embarrassed to get in close, physical contact with his roommate after he found him looming over his small body. Especially with the dream he had before he woke up.
For everyone else in the classroom, some sighed with relief (mainly the costume designers), while others (mainly yaoi fangirls) squealed in delight.
One swift glare at them from Richter was all they needed to be silenced.
Emil stood up tentatively and had the measuring tape shoved into his hands. He wasn't sure how to take a person's measurements, but he had the general idea from the girls who measured him at the beginning of class.
He slowly walked up to the now-standing Richter, who still wore a frown of disgust at his role as he lifted his arms. Emil undid the tape and wound it around the taller man's torso, fumbling with it a bit as he struggled to get it around his broad chest.
Richter was fighting a blush from the feeling of being hugged by the shorter boy, but he controlled his emotions well, hiding his blush by thinking of murdering that playboy prince.
Wolfe suddenly felt a chill. He looked around and saw his "mother" glaring at him like there was no tomorrow. Wolfe definitely knew that his moves on the princess had to be extremely subtle if he was going to avoid getting killed by the princess's overly protective bodyguard.
After everyone had been measured, the main cast was led aside by the oh-so-responsible Drama teacher into an empty classroom so they could practice their lines.
"Just start practicing in here, alright? I'm sure that you all are old enough to not need a supervisor, so I'm heading back to check on the backstage crew," declared Decus.
"Wait a second!" shouted Wolfe after the teacher, but the smelly chaperone had already left.
"A-At least it's not so stinky anymore, right?" said Marta, suddenly aware of the tense atmosphere quickly forming as Richter continued to glare daggers at the poor prince.
"Let's just get this over with," said the "queen" as he angrily, and not so kindly, smashed the script open to the first major scene between the evil queen and the prince.
There was no way in hell that Richter was going to let that Sanders boy do any of the romance scenes in front of him. He knew that they inevitably had to practice those parts, but he refused to watch them act it out before his very eyes.
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"But Mother!" cried Wolfe in an overly dramatic way, "How could you say such a thing about my wife?"
"I was only trying to…," Richter hesitates, "…save you from her unjust ways!"
The script said to say that line with motherly affection. No way was that going to happen anytime soon.
"Just stop harassing her about her bloodline!" shouted the "prince" angrily, "She means everything to me, and nothing can change that! …What a cheesy play."
Wolfe flipped through the script, and then he read over his line again. He flipped to the front cover, and to no surprise to anyone, the play was written by Decus.
That lovesick teacher would ALWAYS get completely sappy when it came to the psychology teacher, Ms. Alice Elfe. It was also no secret that Ms. Elfe was completely annoyed by his antics, and she uses Decus obsession with her to her advantage to have a personal slave.
It was for that reason, everyone tried to stay on the mind-bending teacher's good side; there are rumors that she has a torture chamber hidden under her classroom.
"Alright, let's change it up," suddenly announced the tennis player as he walked past a bristling Richter, "Let's do the scene with the plotting of the evil queen and daughter to sabotage the princess's wedding."
Marta, eager to finally have a turn at acting, jumped up right away. Richter, on the other hand, was still muttering about how his role was "just a waste of time" and "a huge annoyance."
Wolfe finally had a chance at stealing the blonde's heart.
But the bodyguard was still giving him the evil eye, so he had to take baby steps in his approach.
"Hey there, shorty," said the athlete to the smaller, "What's your name?"
Emil was a bit startled by the voice as he turned to look at a goofy-grinned guy who played the prince.
He didn't want to be rude, so he replied, "I-I'm Emil. Emil Castangnier."
The dark-haired boy simply smiled, and responded eagerly, "I'm Wolfe Sanders, although you probably already heard from our smelly teacher of ours."
"Y-Yes…," Emil said nervously. He still wasn't quite used to talking to new people so casually.
"Hey," said Wolfe, showing a gentle grin, "I won't attack you out of the blue, okay? You look like a deer caught in front of headlights."
"S-Sorry…," said the blonde with a bit of embarrassment, "I-I'm still not used to really t-talking with others yet."
Wolfe, seeming to have thought over a clever plan, suddenly turned toward Emil.
"Hey, why don't you meet me up for lunch tomorrow behind the school?" asked the shy boy with sudden boldness, "There would be nobody there, and I could help you practice talking to others!"
In Emil's innocent mind, this seemed like the perfect idea to get rid of his anti-social status. To Wolfe, it was the perfect plan to slowly ease his way into the heart of his new victim.
They continued to talk to each other, getting to know one another. It came to the point where Wolfe started howling in laughter while Emil was nervously confused at his new friend's sudden amusement.
Richter was not happy about it. Not delighted, nor overjoyed about the fact that his angel was being stolen. Not one bit.
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The next day during lunch, Emil followed Wolfe behind the school to get a start on de-anti-socializing his status.
Richter, who noticed Emil's disappearance from the cafeteria immediately, started to get worried, his mind filling itself with endless situations.
Did Emil fail a test and had to retake it during lunch? Did Emil get his lunch stolen and had to go to the store because everyone else bought the school bread? Did Emil forget his homework in the dorms and had to go get them? Did Emil get kidnapped on the way? Was Emil safe right now!
All these questions were sabotaging his mind along with his appetite. Aqua noticed this right away.
"Richter, darling, are you okay?" she said laced with concern, "You haven't eaten a bite out of my lunch box."
"Do you know where Emil went?" asked the man bluntly. He needed to make sure that his Emil was safe.
Ugh, groaned Richter as he quickly corrected himself in his mind, He's not mine. So stop thinking such things. Control…
While correcting himself in his head, Aqua made a jealous expression as she loudly stated, "He went with that tennis player behind the school."
Sometimes, it amazed Richter on how this blue-haired girl could simply state where any person was in the school at anytime. She did once tell him with a mischevious grin that she "had her resources," but that wasn't the important thing that needed his attention.
He had to save Emil from that playboy.
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Meanwhile, Emil and Wolfe got themselves cozy under a tree, taking out their lunches and eating them under the peace and quiet under the big oak.
While Emil ate, the "prince" stole some glances at his "princess."
This guy definitely wasn't very masculine. At all. The shoulder-length locks of his golden hair just seemed to frame his soft-angled face. His shy, emerald eyes seemed to glimmer under the shade of the tree, sunlight making his whole being seem to glow.
Wolfe just started. He didn't realize how attractive this guy was.
Emil, glancing at Wolfe, was met with dark ebony eyes. He was starting to feel uncomfortable under the athlete's heated stare.
"U-Umm…," Emil started quietly, "Y-Your s-staring."
Snapped out of his daydream, Wolfe suddenly turned a nice shade of red as he quickly turned away and muttered an almost inaudible apology.
I swear, said Wolfe with complete amazement, this guy is like an angel!
"U-Uhhh…Wolfe?" asked the angel with worry, "Are you okay?"
"I-I'm fine," he managed to get out, "I was just a bit surprised, that's all."
"By what?"
Emil's curiosity always got him into trouble, so when that question automatically popped out of his mouth, he immediately clamped his mouth shut with his two hands. And then he started to apologize about his nosiness and how he knows he shouldn't be asking those kinds of questions.
The dark-haired playboy replied with care that it was quite alright, and that he didn't have to worry about it.
"…I just thought you looked like an angel," he said, blush obvious on his face, "I know I sound corny, and maybe insulting, but you really looked beautiful under the shade."
Emil had to turn red on that comment, at least pink. He wasn't expecting that.
After a moment of awkward silence, Wolfe's eyes wandered from Emil's blushing face to his slender neck. He then spotted something he had not been expecting to find.
"Emil," he said softly and slowly, making the mentioned person very nervous.
"Y-Yes?"
"Is that a hickey on your neck?"
Ahh…. I've been getting a writer's block…
It's not helping that I procrastinate as well.
Written from 2:00am – 4:00am
I apologize if there are any errors… I'm just gonna…
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