Well. This is late.
An old friend stopped by. His name is Writers Block. He kinda... stabbed my soul with a spork.
I WAS doing daily updates, but that may change for as long as I am cursed. And when I get writers block, it stays A LONG TIME.
Anyway, that's why the chapter is so short and...awful.
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Emil flopped backwards onto his bed, letting out a soft groan. The day had seemed to drag on and on. There were no words to explain how happy he was in that moment.
Only three days in his new school, and Emil was already dreading the rest of the year. He didn't have any classes with Lukas, Berwald, or Mathias because they were all a few years older than he was, but he shared a few with Tino. It was Tino's job to teach him how things worked, anyway. He had also invited Emil to join the Scandinavia Club, which was a group founded by Mathias. Most of the spots had been filled, with Iceland, Greenland, and the Faroe Islands still open. Of course he had agreed.
With a loud, exaggerated sigh, Emil sat up and dug out his notes. Might as well catch up on some work, right?
There was a soft knock at the door. Tino shot up to answer it.
"Oh hello Feliks." Tino smiled. Emil mentally screamed. Feliks was a friend of Tino's friend's friend. At first, Emil had mistaken him for a girl. He realized that he was in fact male after missing several of Tino's little hints. He couldn't remember being that embarrassed before in his life.
"Your man is, like, looking for you." Feliks invited himself in, plopping down on Tino's bed and adjusting his skirt.
"Ah, shut up!" Tino's face when completely red and he glanced over at Emil.
Feliks smirked. "Finny here's got that sexy Swede wrapped around his finger," he said to the Icelandic student.
"Cut it out, it's not like that." Tino crossed his arms and stared down at the floor.
"Anyway…" Feliks was done taunting Tino. For now. "Emil, got anyone special?" He grinned.
Emil hesitated. "No, not really. I'm not very good with relationships." He replied casually. It was true. He had never kept a girlfriend for more than a few days. Eventually he had just stopped trying.
"Hmm…" Feliks thought for a moment. "I know! I could totally hook you up with that guy, Lukas." He said excitedly. Feliks was obviously enjoying playing matchmaker.
Emil's eyes widened. What did he just say? "Nah." He preferred to keep his pride.
"Come on, I see the way you look at him. Not that I was watching…" He said quietly, barely noticing as Tino slipped out of the room. "Plus, you hesitated when I, like, asked if you had anyone special. That means there's someone you do like!" Emil assumed the Polish student was jumping to conclusions when he said that. There was no way he really liked Lukas, right? I mean, they were both male. His parents had always told him that it was wrong. That it was a sin to love someone of the same gender. They were right… weren't they? I mean, he didn't want to disrespect his parents.
"I don't like anyone." Emil replied with an irritated tone. "Not Lukas. Not anyone."