speaking of Emmet

I sat down beside Michael in the tech booth
"I need some advice", I half whispered. He took a long look at the computer before him, then turned to me.
"what is it?"
"I wanna ask a guy out" I blurted. He sighed and thought about it.
"who?"
I contemplated if I should tell him. Michael and i were, after all, romantically interested in each other. We both knew, but we weren't dating. Mostly because of my religion. Recently, a religious leader advised me to keep my options open. That's what I was trying to do.
"who?" He repeated, turning back to his computer screen.
"Emmet. Emmet Klark."
He took a long time thinking about it, while moving things around on the screen. I almost thought he was ignoring me, but in one slow move, he turned back to me.
"hmmm. This isn't what I expected. Emmet's a pretty chill guy so I think he'd be down with anything. What do you have planned?"
"bookstore. But I need a driver"
Another pause.
"sorry, I don't think I can help you there" he chuckled a little, lightening up the mood. We sat in silence for another moment. Michael tilted his head in the direction of the stage
"I think they need you on stage"
I nodded and left the small room, making my way to the stage. I saw Emmet. I watched him.

I texted Michael that night.
"sorry if that was awkward"
It was about an hour till he replied.
"no problem"
That was all.

The next day, I had one class with Michael and Emmet. Michael was silent the whole class, till at last I questioned him.
"are you okay?"
"yeah" he sighed "just had a rough night". I hoped that wasn't my fault.
He looked my way, but didn't make eye contact.
"I need to talk to you sometime"
I wanted to scream, but I didn't know exactly why.
"when?" I asked
"lunch"
I nodded
"okay"
I tried to smile during class, but it seemed too fake. Michael still didn't make eye contact. I watched the teacher. I tried not to watch Emmet.

An hour later, I looked across the lunchroom to Michael. He hopped up when he saw me.
"let's walk and talk"
"okay"
I won't go into detail about what he said, but it all boiled down to one idea. He was jealous.
"I'm sorry" I kept repeating. I didn't know what else to say. We talked again at rehearsal.
"I just feel like I'm in limbo, sharing you"
again, I just said "sorry"
I didn't know how to explain my interest with Emmet. I didn't know how to explain that my interest in him wasn't romanic. Well, maybe a little.