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Chapter Two

Tom felt like bashing his head against a wall, that previous algebra test really tested his limits. He waited for Nick at the lunchroom doors, staring blankly at the floor. He was unexpectedly brought back down to earth by the sound of...yelling? He looked up, eyes widening at the sight of pure hell. Teachers flocked to the scene, trying to break down what seemed to be a fight. Tom was intrigued and walked closer, what he saw was even more shocking. It was Mr. Westwood, the gym teacher, picking up a rather frantic girl. She was kicking and punching at the teacher to let her go, and it was only when the teacher moved, that he saw none other than Tyler Dunkin, kneeling down on the ground. The whole cafeteria was silent, though some were snickering and others could only manage to choke out a gasp. Mr. Westwood walked out with the girl over his shoulder, Toms eyes never managed to leave the mysterious girl. Tyler groaned, his hands holding his crotch as he cowled over on the floor. Tom could only guess what happened, and the thought made him laugh. Tyler, the lean football player with enough side chicks to make a full rotisserie chicken, got kicked in the balls by some chick with seemingly bigger balls than his.
"Dude what happened?" asked a voice, Tom immediately recognised it.
"Some chick beat up Tyler." Tom responded, turning his head to see nick looking at the chaos in awe.
"What? Who?" Nick was stunned, he'd never seen such a beautiful sight.
"I don't know...she had like...brown hair, i didn't see her face, she was too busy throwing a hissy fit to Mr. Westwood." Tom chuckled, crossing his arms and watching as Tyler's douchebag friends hauled him up to leave the cafeteria. Presumably to take him to the nurse.
"Dude...that's brutal." Nick snorted, watching the boy stumble out the doors.

After the two were done gawking, they sat down on a bench, eating their miserable lunches. Toms hand reached down into the greasy paper bag labelled "Tommy xox", pulling out a foil wrapped PB&J. Opposite him sat Nicholas, eating whatever mulch the lunch lady decided to make that day. Tom exhaled as he chewed on his sandwich, his other hand pulling out a probiotic yogurt drink.
"I don't see how you drink that shit..." Nick grimaced at the pink strawberry coated poison drink.
"I don't." He chuckled, taking the drink and tossing it into the trash can that was only few steps away.
Nick rolled his eyes, taking bites of the dark dull brown stew. Tom couldn't get that girl out of his mind. What happened? Who was she? Was she new? Maybe she was his new chance of showing the rest of the douchebags that he could actually pull.
"Hello?" Nick waved his hand in front of Toms face, causing him to falter a little.
"Huh?" He mumbled, confused.
"Dude, Ive been talking to you for ages!" His brows furrowed.
"Oh uh...sorry." Tom rubbed his eyes, followed by the sound of Nick groaning. Tom got up, tossing the scraps of his lunch into the trash.
"Cmon let's go...I can't afford another detention."
"Wait up! I gotta return the tray!"
Nick rushed behind him.