school of mianite ➳ syndisparklez ✓

Chapter 4~ Nobody hurts my Jordan

Tom's POV
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The six of us ran inside to Martha's class. Mot stood beside Sparklez when we reached the door. I kept my eye on him. Sparklez is supposed to be for me, not Mot.

Martha opened the door and smiled. We walked in and sat at our desks. Mot stood up front. Martha closed the door to the class. When she saw Mot, she gasped.

"Mot? Is that you?" She asked, walking over to him. Nade turned around and asked, "Who's the green haired guy?"

"His name is Mot." I rolled my eyes. We turned our attention back to Martha and Mot.

"Yes, Martha. It's been a while." Mot said, leaning forward to hug her. How do they know each other? Martha turned to the class, scanning around until she saw me.

Martha smiled. "Come here, Thomas."

I slowly got up from my desk and walked towards the front. Martha grabbed my arm and pulled me beside Mot.

I looked around at the staring eyes. I didn't like it. It sucks to have people staring at you.

Unless they're cute.

"They're the only two people in here who has obnoxious hair colors." Tony said. I shot a glare at him. From the other side of the room, I heard snickers.

"Martha, my hair color is not obnoxious. Neither is Tom's. Why are we up here?" Mot asked.

Martha sighed. "You two some what the same."

I turned to look at Mot. The lower half of his face was covered with the bright red scarf. Half of his face was covered in creeper spores. I looked at Martha.

"But I look sexier." Mot and I said in sync. I quickly turned back around to him. Mot was glaring at me. I wanted to have a little fun, so I smirked and winked at him.

I quickly turned back around  before things could get awkward.

"Does anybody want to point out how they are the same and different?" Martha asked.

Why was she doing this? I don't like it.

Everyone's hands shot up. Of all the people Martha could've picked, she picked Sparklez. He smiled and looked at me.

"They dress differently, of course." 

Martha nodded. "Yes. Who do you believe dresses better?"

"Tom."

Tucker turned to him. "You've got to be kidding me, man! Mot dresses way better."

"Oi, mate! I'm right here, you ass!" I yelled. Tucker just smirked.

"Alright. Who's next?" Martha asked.

Once again, a sea of hands popped up. Sparklez kept his down. She picked on Wag.

"Thank you, Martha dear. They act the same."

I felt Mot's eyes look at me.

I hate that feeling when you can feel someone staring into your soul.

That was weird.

"I don't see how Tom and I act the same?" Mot questioned, turning his attention to Wag.

"I don't either. He's just... eh, and I'm fucking awesome." I beamed.

Martha swat at my arm. "Don't say that. It's school. I don't care if you use other words, just not that."

"My feet are getting tired!" I complained.

Martha sighed. "I'll take three more answers." Hands went back into the air. Martha picked on Nade.