Second time writing this (Grrr), but I have The-Tomato-King enjoys her story, as does everyone that reads this. Peace out~
It was silent in the testing room. Students trying to blaze through the five paragraph-long essay question, only to be met by more multiple choice questions. Teachers kicking back their feet and relaxing while the majority of the class stressed over getting into the college of their choice.Yes, it was SAT time again for your school, and this year you had the 'joy' of being a senior. sitting in the left hand corner of the classroom, you had already been finished the section for a rather long period of time that everyone was pondering over, rereading, and even frustrating themselves with. (subject) had always been your strong suit, so you sat idly watching the clouds roll past the unwelcoming room and its windows.
You quickly whipped your head around to see the clock on the other side of the gray classroom, and then back to the whiteboard that was situated in the front of the room. The test would be over any minute now. Just as you had told your mind the amount of time you had time left, the teacher, Mrs. Brown, who had the blondest hair you had ever seen, got up from her desk and rang the small bell that resided on her wooden end table.
"Alright, everyone! Now that you've finished that section, it's time to take a break." She said, stretching her limbs from being sat at a desk all morning. The entirety of your class groaned in satisfaction, for directly after this break was many's lunch - including yours. You smiled at your best friend, who coincidentally sat next to you, Emil.
Although the Icelander was quiet and reserved, the two of you had hit it off the minute you met. The 'real' Emil, also known as the side only you saw, was sweet and hotheaded, fixed to the perfect amount of awkward and shy dashed in there just to amuse you.
"I've got big news." He said, solemnly as he could muster under a large smile.
"What? You're not moving again, are you?" You asked desperately. Emil's family had never been the type to settle in one spot for too long. The lengthiest time the Steilson family had resided in one place would be three years in your small town of (Town Name).
"No!" He nearly shouted, attracting unwanted attention. This made his pale cheeks flush a deep red. "You know about the prom that's next week?"
You nodded your head in agreement, (h/c) locks bouncing up and down.
"Well, I'm going to ask someone." You felt your heart drop and shatter in that very moment. You had never considered that fact you had silently taken a liking to the blond, for he had been a brother for such a long amount of time even the thought of it that was still running through your head seemed impossible. But here it was, and it was way overdue to tell him your newly discovered feelings.
Barely able to mutter a mere sound, you began stuttering, which you had always had the habit of. "W-W-Who i-is it?"
"You'll just have to wait and see." His grin was still plastered on his face, fastened just so that it would break your heart in so many ways that it felt like you wouldn't be able to feel anything.
The bell rung, and you ran out in your red plaid shirt, light blue jeans, and combat boots before Emil could say anything more.
You silently plopped down into your seat, not eating any of your amazing looking slice of pizza. Your other Baltic friend, Lukas, noticed your poor mood, unlike anyone else in the large and crowded cafeteria. Although you had known Lukas for over half of your life, butterflies still formed in your stomach when you spoke to him. It had all started when you developed a childhood crush on him, and it had never stopped and only grew in the years that followed.
"Hey Luk." You simply said, no expression in your voice.
He leaned in, bright blond hair suddenly filling your normally (e/c) orbs. You were taken aback by him, jumping back in surprise. "What's wrong?" He inquired, concerned. You never acted like that unless you had gotten very bad news.
You shrugged, plaid rising up and down with your movements. "I really don't know."
"well, I know one way to make this day much better, although I'm going to apologize right now because this isn't the best way to ask you this." He said, grin the same as Emil's, which made you feel scared and even more upset. Lukas moved in closer, whispering in your ear: "______ , I know we've been friends forever, and I don't want to wreck our friendship with this, but will you give me the honor of being my date to the prom?" You squealed in excitement for the first time since testing. It was amazing news that you had a date to your senior prom, especially with a gentleman like Lukas.
As you exited the cafeteria, hand in hand with your date, you passed by Emil, giving him a true and genuine smile. He did not return your smile. He did not feel anything except rage and jealousy.
You were the one he was going to ask to prom.