The little cafe at the bottom of the street

Chapter 3

(Hahah I know I said I'm this chapter I was gonna written it as a Saturday but I'm changing it so it's now Monday so Tommy is back at school)

TW: bullying

Tommy did not want to go back to school, he was not ready to look tubbo and Ranboo in the eyes and he could not put up with dream.

He had spent most of the weekend out the house wondering down the streets, in the park or sat talking to Wilbur.

He had told him his name on Saturday when Tommy came in to grab a drink, Tommy had gone on wanting to apologise for coming in so late yesterday and being such a bother. But Wilbur quickly shit him down reassuring him that it was fine and that Tommy didn't have to apologise.

Tommy spent that entire day with Wilbur, finding out that that he owned the cafe now aswell as finding out what Niki had gone of to do.

Tommy was there all day until closing even helping out when the rush of customers got to much for Will to deal with on his own.

Will was thankful of Tommys company and help but was also slightly worried. Did Tommy not have anything better to do then hang out with a 21 year old cafe worker?

Yet tommy was quite happy we're he was. Much rather there then back home with his father.

Over all Tommy had a pretty good weekend, but know it was over. And unbeknownst to tommy the runner had spread on the year 11 girl who thinks he's a boy.

Tommys POV
I was walking in to school and I could feel eyes one me, I didn't think much of it as it could be the fact that I wasn't with the rest of the bench trio like usual, so I just kept on walking.

I made it to English as it was my first period and saw someone new stood at the front of the class. It wasn't our usual teacher Mr smith it was someone new.

As I took my seat feeling eyes on me again, I wondered if he could just be a sub but when he started to speak I realised why he was here.

"Hello class My name is Mr Craft and I will be your English teacher for the rest of the year, as some of you may know Mr smith had to be let go and I will be taking his place."

His voice was monotone, showing no emotion and he was dressed as if he was about to meet the king in a dress shirt and pants as well as a well fitted blazer and tie. His hair was a candy floss pink pulled back into a bun.

The man was terrifying, he looked as tho he would punch you if you got an answer wrong. Even under the suit you could tell he was strong.

Mr craft went on to discuss todays lesson with was just revision for the up comming exams, I didn't pay much attention but when I heard the word partners and people began to stand up to fine there friends my hand shot up.

"You there in the back" The pink hairs man said looking up from his computer

"I- um can I please do the revision alone sir" I said nervously not wanting to draw attention to my self

Mr craft scans the room seeing that some people were in threes and looked confused.

"Are you sure this is quite hard to do alone and I see a couple of threes round you could have a partner." He says taking his glasses of and looking at me.

" N-no sir I-I'm fine really" I stutter again my brain screams at me to stop being so pathetic and talk like a normal person.

Unlucky for me, the hole class was know looking at me sat alone.

" If you wish" he says and puts his glasses back on and looks back down.

I sigh in relief knowing I would not have to experience any awkward interactions with someone he could of forced to go with me.

I begin my work until I over hear a conversation going on infront of me.

"I hear she says she's a boy like wtf that's disgusting"

"Yea I know right I bet she just wants attention when really she's just asking to be bullied"

It clicks in my head. The reason everyone was looking at me. The rumers must of spread over the weekend.

I lift my head and hear many other conversations very simpler to the girls in front of me. So many people were talking that anyone in the room could hear it the class was so loud.

Technos POV

I was trying to mark some of the practice paper s of my other class when I hear the kids I front of me talking.

"You know the weird girl in the back. Yea she thinks she's a boy."

"Wtf"

"Yea and you know like her only friends the short one and the tall one yea they ditched he because of it"

"Omg that's so funny"

I hate this generation, I think. They can't fucking be nice to one another or just show respect to the peers.

I look up to the girl or boy in the back I'm not quite sure, you know how rummers are, and see them with there head on the desk shaking. That's it I think.

"Silence" I shout " if any of you are actually serious about your exams you would take this time and actually revise"

They all are quick to put there heads down and shut up.

I stand from my desk and make my way to the back. I pull up the chair next to the shaking kid and tap them on the shoulder. They look up.

"Hey how you getting on, need any help."I ask

They wipe there eyes trying to hide the fact that they have even crying.

"Um yea fine yea" they look down at there page my gaze following to see nothing but the date

I laugh " um yea maybe some help would be good"
They say smiling slightly.

They point out a part in the play that they don't really understand and I begin to explain it to them.

As they are writing some things down I ask " so what's your name."

They pause writing and clench their fist round there pen.They seem hesitant but soon reply

" uh I-it's Tara" they say clenching there pen even harder

" are you sure is there not something you would rather me call you" I say trying to sound encouraging.

They pause again and stop clenching there pen they look up to me with confusion ridden in there eyes and then smile slightly.

"Tommy" they whisper. I smile, and then the bell rings.

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Yea you heard it hear first focks we got techno here now, it is very amazing. Thanks for reading home you enjoyed.

-Rowan<3