A Nordic NYC Christmas

Part XIII

-Tino's Dream-

I felt a cold hand on my shoulder, stroking my back. I was way too ashamed too look up, since I had been crying my heart out, but it felt good, and after a while I knew I had to get up sooner or later. My eyes met Lukas'. He smirked. "You know why Berwald left you, don't you Tino," he purred.

I narrowed my eyes. "Yeah, because ever since you came he couldn't keep his mind off of you. Don't rub it in. Just go away, Lukas."

"You're funny, Tino," he laughed. "If only Berwald would appreciate that."

"Go away Lukas! Stop!"

He seemed to be enjoying this so much. Ugh. He whispered in my ear, "Berwald DOESNT love you. No one does. You aren't even a real Scandinavian. People just sterotype you with us because I guess you're close in location, and you and Berwald were so close," he scoffed. "But things have changed now, haven't they? I mean, just look at yourself. You're too different. Your language? Your culture? You're not one of us, and you never will be. Go run away to Russia, Tino."

I had no pride left. Tears were streaming down my face like waterfalls.

-Tino's POV-

I woke up, drenched in sweat and tears. I was alone, just as before. Of course, I wished someone were here with me, preferably Berwald, but even Emil would be just as good. Anyone but Lukas. He hadn't even been outwardly mean to me, but I knew he was trouble. He had the nerve to go and make Berwald fall for him and then cheat on him with Matthias? Nuh UH. This just isnt right. Mama bear is coming out...

And mama bear has fangs...