I Know it Sounds Cliche [kam high school au] [kotlc]

Chapter 4

Tam POV:

Tam's head hurt. Especially when he touched it. There was a rather aggressive looking pink blotch, the size of a quarter, on the side of his forehead. Where he had, unfortunately, banged it against a locker.

Where Keefe, had banged it against a locker.

Son of a bitch, he grumbled inwardly.

The blatant look of unfamiliarity across the boy's face was both hurtful and irritating. Or maybe Tam was just biased. In his opinion though, he had every right to be. Keefe was beyond annoying; loud as hell and never shut up, and having an ego bigger than the whole student body didn't help.

He didn't care that much though. He only had a few classes with him... and it's not like he was ever there, anyways.

Something bounced off his head, abruptly bringing him back to the present, and he turned around sharply.

A few people were playing catch with... paper clips? For a moment, he thought about throwing the object back, but it felt like a dumb thing to do. Thus, he chose to slouch further in his chair, the hard plastic digging into his spine.

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Tam was grateful when the bell rang to free them from their current period. He would never say it out loud, but the teacher's voice was a bit too high and sharp to be bared much longer.

Plus, her hair hurt his eyes.

How is that natural? He wondered.

A small part of him hoped it wasn't, for her sake, as he shuffled out of the room.

Tam tensed in surprise as he stepped through the doorway, and was instantly slammed with a thick wall of noise. He probably should have expected the immense amount of chatter and yelling throughout the hallway, but maybe his whacked up forehead was truly that. Very whacked up.

Still distracted, and once again caught off guard, he bumped into the second person today. The strong smell of peppermint made his eyes water as he held in a small cough. You're really not with it today, are you?

But when are you ever...? A small part of his conscious added.

The person, a girl in the grade below him who he believed he recognized--Biana, he was pretty sure--gave him a hard stare. Her features seemed to relax though, as she looked him up and down, and Tam had no idea whether to be confused or uncomfortable as she gave her attention back to the person she was walking beside. Her dark, wavy, curls bounced gently as she walked.

That... Okay then. He absently blinked once, then twice, not sure what to think.

Straightening himself, Tam continued down the hallway, walking a good distance from the lockers on either side. Thinking about hitting his anything on the lockers again caused him to quite literally shudder.

He hated to admit, but looking at the unorganized clumps of people talking throughout the hallway made him for sort of... lonely?

You have Linh, be grateful for that, Tam reminded himself, somewhat forced.

Plugging in his earbuds in attempt to take his mind elsewhere, he went down the hallway going away from his next class, and stepped inside the boys bathroom. Not looking away from his phone, he locked himself in the handicapped stall and leaned against the eggshell-white tiled wall.

Keefe POV:

Keefe placed his backpack on the cold marble counter. He was mildly ashamed by the fact that he had, unsurprisingly enough, lost his house key somewhere.