The Boy Who Couldn't Hold His Breath Underwater ✔

If You're Gonna Dexter Me

On our sixth day on the island, we woke up when Eskild jumped up, yelling, "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"What?" I mumbled still half asleep.

I was having a great dream which I couldn't remember, I just knew it had been great. I had that warm, fuzzy feeling. I sat up and glanced around, seeing my friends sit up too, staring at Eskild, confused looks on their tired faces.

"We are late!" Eskild yelled. "Get up, get up! We gotta go!"

Knowing damn well Chef would rip our heads off if we didn't show up on breakfast, we all got out of our beds in a record time and got dressed. We ran out of the cabin and to the Great Hall. We ran inside just when the last table got up to fetch their food. We walked to our table and Chef raised an eyebrow to us.

"You're late", he said.

"But we are here, aren't we?" Eskild said. "We overslept."

"I see that." Chef motioned us to go get our food and start eating.

I took a bowl of cereals and sat on our table. I felt eyes on me and when I looked up my eyes landed automatically on Even. I turned my eyes quickly back down, staring at my cereals like they were the most interesting thing in the world.

"Are you coming?" I asked from my friends as I stood up to leave.

They shook their heads. They wanted to stay and eat more so I shrugged and was about to go when Jonas called my name.

"What?" I asked.

"Let's go work on our clocks? I will come soon", he said. I shrugged and nodded.

I was all the time painfully aware of Even staring at me and I tried my best to not look back at him. I couldn't understand him. Did he like me? Was that why he had demanded me to admit that I like him? Or was he just and asshole who wanted an ego boost? I had no idea.

With a sigh I started walking out of the dining room. On my way my eyes locked with Emma's and she stared at me until I turned my eyes away. She hadn't talked me since I had ran away from the party and frankly, I hoped she never will. Which, then again, was highly unlikely.

I was on my way to the woodworks when a hand grabbed my arm and stopped me.

"Isak, wait up."

I turned slowly around and looked at Even and then his hand which was holding my arm. He let go of me and cleared his throat.

"What do you want?" I asked, trying not to frown too hard.

"Skip the practice with me."

"What?"

"Skip the pra--"

"I heard you the first time!" I snapped. "I meant, why?"

"Because I seriously need to talk with you", Even said. "Please?"

"I don't know", I said because honestly I had no idea if I wanted to hear what he had to say. I couldn't understand him, I had no idea what he would possibly want from me. I had a feeling I should have some idea but maybe I was just too dumb to realise it.

"Please, Isak", he pleaded. "You don't have to say anything, if you don't want. Just... let me talk to you."

I hesitated but eventually sighed, nodding. "Alright."

"Thank you", Even said and took a step back. "Wait for me in front of the Great Hall after lunch."

I nodded and he walked away. I sighed again and shook my head slightly. I walked in the room and saw Noora there.