Raivis liked to sit outside and read during lunch. It was a way to escape the chaos that went down inside the building during the day, and be able to relax. No one ever noticed that he left, so it was a nice getaway, all by himself, with no one to bother him.
There was a large oak tree that sat in the courtyard that provided a cool shade and a comfortable sitting spot. Every day he would lean against the bark with a few books sitting beside him, a single book sitting in his lap, and drink in the silence as he read.
But all good things must come to an end, it seemed. On that particular day, someone else sat under the shade of the large oak tree, ruining the blissful peace and quiet that he had come to love. He was about to turn and walk off when he noticed exactly who was sitting under the tree.
Egill Hermannsson.
It seemed that his day was only getting worse.
Ever since he had first transferred to the school, he had had a crush on Egill like no other. Egill was one of the more popular students, and had been kind to him since day one. It hadn't been long before he had gained a crush on the Icelandic boy.
Life hated Raivis. Life hated him so much.
He wanted to turn and walk away, he wanted to leave, but his legs moved of their own accord, and soon he was sitting in his normal spot, not far from where Egill was sitting.
"This is your tree, huh?"
Raivis opened his book, not daring to look at the Icelandic boy.
"It's nice. I can see why you sit out here every day."
He heard Egill stand up, and out of the corner of his eye he saw the boy sit down next to him. There was a few seconds of silence between the two before Egill spoke again.
"Your book."
"What…what about it?"
"It's upside down."
Raivis cringed as he flipped the book right-side up, his face turning bright red. No doubt that Egill thought he was an idiot.
"What are you reading?" Egill asked, moving closer to the Latvian. At that, Raivis' face turned an even darker shade of red.
"Cilvēka bērns. My…my grandmother gave it to me." He traced his thumb along the page, letting out a tiny sigh.
"May I see it?"
He handed the book to Egill and bit his lip as he watched Egill flip through the pages. Egill stopped at one page, his face scrunching up in confusion as he tried to read it.
"I can't understand a single word of it." He said, handing the book back to Raivis.
"It's in Latvian. I wouldn't expect you to be able understand it."
Egill leaned against the tree, his gaze going from Raivis to the school building. "Read it to me then."
"W-what?"
"Read it to me."