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Eduardo

"Tord! Don't forget your lunch!" Patryck yelled after Tord. The small teen turned around and grabbed the bag.

"Thanks, dad," he smiled. He hugged both parents and ran out the door.

Tord half ran to the bus stop. By the time he was there, the last kid was boarding the bus.

"Sorry," Tord mumbled to the driver as he showed his ID. The driver grunted and closed the door.

"Tord! There you are!" Edd smiled. "How was your weekend?" he asked. Tord shrugged as he sat next to Tom.

"Definitely a good one," he smiled. "How was your guys'?"

"Mine was fun! Mom had me puppy-sit a friend's dog. It was so cute," Matt swooned. Edd and Tord laughed while Tom smiled.

"I had to look for Ringo last night—he got out again. I didn't find him until eleven!" Edd whined. Edd looked to Tom.

"Are you going to tell us what happened or mope about your car?" Edd teased. Tom glared t him.

"What happened to your car?" Tord asked Tom. He sighed.

"My dad got his totaled and took mine instead of getting his fixed or getting a new one. Fucker's going to get it repoed," he growled. Tord raised a brow.

"But how? Do you have insurance?" Edd and Matt laughed at Tord's pronunciation.

"My dad had his license revoked for a DUI charge almost a year ago. A few months ago he was arrested for another DUI, but his time was shortened until he almost crashed into a school on his way home after someone T-boned him after he ran a four way stop sign intersection. We can't afford insurance because he's a fucking idiot," Tom explained. Tord stared in shock.

"Jeez, that is bad driving," he said.

"No shit," Tom growled. Tord laced his fingers with Tom's, and Tom's grimaced softened.

The boys got off the bus and walked over to first hour. They waited outside until the bell rung.

All four boys sat apart in class, which was bad for Tord because he had no one to help him translate.

"Tom, let's go straight to P.E. today," Tord said. Tom sighed.

"Then walk with Matt and Edd. They'll be on time." Tom groaned. Tord rolled his eyes.

"Or you could be on time with me." He pushed.

"How about no?" Tom said with false enthusiasm. Tord sighed.

"Tom?"

"What?"

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please?" Tord cried.

"Whatever," Tom grumbled. Tord smiled and walked with Tom to second hour.

Their little dilemma almost made them late, but they entered before the bell rung.

They walked into the locker room with the other boys and changed out.

Today was weight lifting, a day that Tord did not like. He was smaller than all the boys and couldn't lift as much as some of them. Tom reassured him that no one cared, but Tord still thought so.

Classes that day were mild, but Tord wanted to forget about lunch.

The four boys sat at the same spot that they usually did, but today, unexpected guests arrived.