Snippet #2414566

The feathery sounds of flipping pages were muffled by the chit chat of the wide lunchroom, rubbing the corners of each page with his index and forefinger's pads- pale hands holding a hard book. Emil wasn't one for paperbacks, a picky detail about him. The texture of hard cover seemed more firm and "sure", whilst lithe paperback was feeble and easy to tear or break. It was almost a pet peeve, you could say.
His actions were slow and collected, leisurely taking his time to read over each and every word, digesting the vocabulary. Nonetheless, he was a quick reader, and in the matter of a minute a page would be turned attentively. His food was growing cold, he noted from his peripheral vision, eyeing the tray beside him. It honestly didn't occur to him that he'd need to eat sooner or later. He honestly didn't feel hungry, more or less thirsty all the time. Drink, drink, drink. It's why he'd carry a water bottle or two with him most of the time, however, he was wary in the classrooms. He knew not to really bring them into a classroom, in fear he'd get scolded. He wondered why he feared such, when he's gotten scolded before for something not even relevant to water bottles. Why was he even thinking about water bottles anyways? He's supposed to be reading. Maybe it was time to put down his book for awhile.
Setting it calmly in his lap, he was pressed up against the wall, not fancying eating at tables. He was fond of people, but strangers made him feel uneasy, especially having to sit with them and eat. He just prayed it wasn't a "sin" to sit against the wall. He really didn't feel like getting caught- and with having all these stupid rules too? He wouldn't get surprised if he got detention. Now it was no makeup. Expectantly, Emil didn't wear makeup, but he could tell just by the irate expressions and irritated twitches on some girl's faces, and possibly some guys, that it wasn't going well for them. He almost felt sympathy. His attention faded from the worry of getting "disciplined" and instead, he focused on gulping down water. He reached out for his drink and unscrewed the cap with a few turns and flicks before he clutched the white cap in his fist and tipped his head back, pressing the opening to his lips and chugging down water. After a few long seconds, he pulled the bottle away and sighed loudly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and resting the bottle beside him. Nothing eventful was really happening in the lunchroom, and he found himself losing interest. Perhaps he'd go back to reading.