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Tord walked off the bus with his friends. Tord shot glances up at Tom, and would occasionally catch Tom looking back. Tord giggled as Tom blushed.

First hour wasn't too bad, and the teacher had partner groups of four for a reading assignment. Of course, Tord and the boys got in a group together and mostly messed around will Tord and Edd did the work together.

"Tord, what part of the book did you read?" Edd asked. Tord looked up from the paper that he was filling out for himself and Tom, while Edd filled out one for him and Matt.

"I read most of it, just not the beginning," Tord said, not looking up from his work. "I started reading once they were moved to the ghetto."

"Good, because I didn't read the last part when the allies came." Edd scribbled something on paper.

"But that is almost the most interesting part!" Tord looked up. Edd shrugged.

"I didn't have time," he said.

"Nerds," Tom said. Matt laughed as he scrolled on his phone.

"The nerds are the one doing your work." Edd pointed out.

"I could do it on my own," Matt whined. Edd rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, you could , but you're not," Edd said. Tord laughed and Matt whined.

Tord and Edd finished the worksheets right as the bell rang. The boys gathered their things and headed to P.E.

P.E. was another PACER day, where yet again Tom and Tord battled it out. This time Tord made it to one hundred and six while Tom made it to one hundred and five.

History was more about WWII stuff, which Tord found interesting, but Matt kind of just glazed over it.

Fourth hour was fun for Tord, it was a rest day/free day. Tord played some old concertos that he could remember. He smiled to himself as the class hushed down to hear his playing. Mr. Stevens watched him diligently.

Lunch came, and when Tord opened his mouth to talk about fourth hour, Matt slammed his tray on the bench.

"What did I do to deserve this?" he said dramatically. Tom sat down next Tord and Edd rolled his eyes.

"What happened now?" Edd chuckled. Matt glared at him.

"Do you not see this? This is gross ! Look at this slob that they serve children. " Matt waved towards the school lunch.

"What happened to your lunch?" Tord asked. Matt stabbed the mashed potatoes with his spork.

"I forgot it at home." He grimaced as he shoveled the potatoes into his mouth. Edd laughed while Tord stared confused.

"It doesn't look that bad," he said. Matt glared at him.

"Do you want it?"

"Not really."

"Then shush." Matt growled, and threw his hands up. "You know what, I'm not even hungry!" He crossed his arms. Edd rolled his eyes.

"Eat, drama queen."

"What are you crying about now?" Tom grumbled as he sat himself next to Tord. Matt shot daggers at him.

"The hell did I do?"

"Matt has to eat school lunch," Edd giggled. Tom raised a brow.

"And?"

"You don't understand!" Matt placed the back of his wrist on his forehead dramatically. "I would never eat this slop if I didn't have to! I actually appreciate my body, thank you very much."