How I got to date the loml

First day

Tom:

I would rather be stuck in a room with my parents than wake up at the asscrack of dawn to go learn, in a building full of unhygienic teens. When I arrive at school, in the beautiful car I got over the summer, I meet up with two of my friends.

"I don't want to be here," said Sam as I walked over "Way better than being at home tho," said Markus. He doesn't have the best home life. Half of my friend group doesn't actually, I think Sammy might be the only one who doesn't have some sort of parent issues.

The bell rings so we head to our first periods.

First period was mostly boring, especially because I had no friends in the class. I met up with my friends before we headed to our second periods.

We were walking and talking in the hall, complaining about the worksheet we got in our first periods. Yes, we complain about "get to know me" sheets.

Wait a damn minute. Was that who I thought it was?

While we were walking I had seen a familiar face, the face of a guy I never wanted to see again. I turn my head to face in the direction he was in. It was him. Why is he back? and why is he hanging out with Jack? I have a very bad feeling about this.

I had made eye contact with Jack it was awkward not gonna lie. The warning bell rings so I bid farewell to my friends. And walk in the direction Jack and that pest came from. When I walk into my second period I see notes on the board.

Fucking notes!

It's only the first day! I take back what I said about the get-to-know-me worksheets. I'd rather be doing that than writing math notes down.

This is going to be a long, a very long, and boring year. When the late bell rings the teacher introduces himself, "Hello class I am Mr.Dickenson, I'll be your Algebra 2 teacher take a moment to write down the notes including the examples which you do have to solve, we will go over them tomorrow."

He sits down at his desk and does attendance. I detest math. I stare at the empty notebook in front of me. As I began to write the notes time seemed to slow down desperate to keep me in this hell much longer.

✨Eventually (lunch)✨

I sit down at the table me and my friends sat at last year. After a minute or so the cafeteria was full of people. My friends sit down and we start chatting.

Eventually, Sam gets up and walks over to the trash, he throws away his trash but keeps the carton of milk, he walks over to where Jack was and then opened the milk, and poured it on him.

A lot of people started laughing at Jack's misfortune. Well then, here come the horrible memories of the past.

I honestly don't know what's up with me today last year I would be laughing my ass off with the rest of my friends, he poured a second milk on Jack. Before Sam could pour a third one Jack got up and left.

Sam came back to the table still laughing. The laughter in the cafeteria died down. "You do know that he's probably going to snitch, as he should" Said Julia, the only other person at this table who hadn't laughed.

Sam rolled his eyes and scoffed "I really doubt it, he never snitched last year." Sam had a point, Jack never snitched on us, even though we were assholes, why?

He had every right to but he never did. Julia proceeded to scold Sam. Which made Markus and Janice laugh.

Julia, while part of our friend group hated bullying, she was against it. She only re-joined our friend group this summer. So she wasn't aware of what we did to Jack last year, thankfully. I don't want her to rip me a new one.

The bell rings so we all go to our classes. I headed to my sixth-period, Spanish. Easy A, for me. As we are walking in she tells us to look at the board for our seats.

Looks like I have this class with Jack, and he sits in front of me. I don't know how he feels about this seating situation, but he probably hates it.

The teacher gave us a get-to-know-me sheet and told us to fill it out in Español. I filled it out rather quickly Jack did too. People were focused on their papers, so I took out a notebook and ripped a page out. I put the notebook away and wrote a note when I finished it I handed it to Jack.

After a few minutes, he slightly turns around avoiding eye contact, and hands the note back to me.

I had asked him why he had never snitched on me and my friends last year. His reply to that was "Because of the threat" What fucking threat!? From who!?

I wrote on the note asking who and what they said. I felt slightly anxious when he handed the note back to me. I unfold the note my stomach hurting slightly. "Last year Sammy (my half-twin sister) threatened to have my stepdad beat me to death if I snitched on all of you." read the note.

My jaw dropped.

I knew Sammy was a bad person, but this bad!?

What the fuck is Jack going through at home? Does he get abused? Was he being abused last year? How long has he been abused if he has?

I can feel Micheal basically staring at me from the back of the classroom. Well, I don't really know if it's him but I have a feeling it is, thankfully the teacher has this Sammy mirror thin at the front of the class and... He is staring dead ass at me.

I just want to go home.

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Also, if you read the original no you didn't.
Btw Tom knows three languages, English, Spanish, and French. I am not fluent in French I do know a few words but not fluent so he may not speak much of it, and if he does it will be bc I used a translator, or knew the word.