Inconvenience [Syndisparklez]

[Seven]

Tom's POV

I realized Amelia was taking pictures, the familiar 'snap' of when she takes pictures of me like I'm some wild animal for a documentary. I looked over to the direction her camera was pointed in and saw Red-Head, Red-Glasses, and Green-Hair in a group. Red-Head was with Ridiculous-name last time, but Red-Glasses and Green-Hair were new. "What are you doing?"

"My friends looking for some new characters to draw, needs inspiration. Art major. Sometimes I send him pictures of you and Alice. He could probably have a field day with tons of pictures of Alice but you're pretty boring." Amelia said, thumping my head. I wanted to melt, because when people notice Alice is photographing them they tend to believe she's a private investigator or a stalker.

"No cameras. It pressures students. Tom, please follow me." A strict voice came, and I turned to see Mrs.Claire hovering behind me, glaring at my sister. Amelia popped on the cap onto her lenses while staring back at her. I got up and followed Mrs.Claire, stuffing my hands in my pockets. As soon as I walked in I recognized something was off about the way Jordan wasn't looking up. He was slouched on the bench and looking down, his hair falling in his face. His usual Mianite Academy uniform was wrinkled and his book bag looked like it had been miscellaneously thrown on the floor.

I looked over at Mrs.Claire and saw a sliver of guilt on her face before she smiled and sat down on the seat next to the piano. I sat down as well, deciding that I was going to sack-up and talk to Jordan.

*

"Are you okay?" It probably wasn't the best choice of words but it got to the point. Jordan looked like he had seen a ghost when he looked up at me, surprise written on his face. "And if you f*cking say yes I will kill you, because we both know that's not true."

"That's pretty aggressive. But you're correct. I've been thinking about my father- not this one. I don't usually think about him, mostly my other mom, but recently I've been having thoughts about him. Plus my mother- this one - almost broke my fingers when she slammed the piano shut when I was still playing, and my father - the current one - didn't come home yesterday. Also, I got dumped in the trash at school. I'm sorry, you probably didn't want to hear all of this." Jordan said all at once. He had an embarrassed look on his face, looking anywhere but at me.

"'S fine. What do you mean you got dumped in the trash?? Doesn't the academy have stricter rules?"

"Most of the security goes to the Mianite public school, since it seems that they can't pull their shit together, so no one is really watching students before, after, or at lunch at all. I bumped into someone's girlfriend and made her textbooks fall, so I was helping her pick them up, and then her boyfriend with incredible strength somehow managed to dump me in one of the box like bins," Jordan sighed, sounding very passionate about how irritating our school was to his. I think most of it is my fault, I think I punched a kid this morning. Or was that yesterday? No, today I punched the kid, and yesterday I told a girl she could suck it and ruined her with her own lipstick. Yep, definitely mostly my fault, I've only been suspended thrice and I pass everything, so I haven't been kicked out yet. "What school do you go to?"

"Umm, I go to the public school, y'know, Mianite, the one umm, next to yours..." I trailed off, now it was my turn to play the let's not look at the other person game. I don't know why but I suddenly felt guilty for pulling that girls hair and slamming that guys head. Not so much for the girl because that bitch said Alice looked like a whore but I didn't hold back when I slammed the guys face  into the rubber coating of the hard metal table. I only did that because he had been shit talking me. I would've done more but my friends pulled me away from her, presumably because I was this close to ripping out that bitch's hair.

"Oh. Do you know who Tucker is?" Jordan asked, quickly jumping the topic, presumably because of the guilty look on my face. "D' you mean Tucker Boner? The best Boner?" I replied, snickering. Tucker always was given a hard time because his name and even teachers laugh hard when they first read it. No one gave him shit when he started hanging out with me, mostly because I payed a girl twenty pounds to make up some fake story and have the most convincing black eye when she came to school the next day. Even I thought she actually punched herself or something when she came, crying that Tucker and I had beat the shit out of her for shit talking him. She even did extra by making fake bruises on her torso as if I stepped on her or something. 

"Yes, actually. I knew him when I lived in LA, and somehow we both coincidentally ended up here." Jordan said with a grin on his face and for some reason I had this sudden urge to do something drastic. Like kiss him. I'm not going to though. No matter how tempting is I've learned that you don't do something like that unless you just want to hook up with someone. I found that out in a certainty interesting way.

"You lived in California? I expected people from there to have a heavy American-accents." So maybe that sounded a little insulting when I said it but if it insulted him it didn't show because he grinned. "I didn't know what accents were until I came here. Ianite thought it was funny how confused I was and said everyone had cotton balls in their mouths so it made them talk like them, made up some story about why. I believed it until I told my mom about it and she just looked at me and laughed. I couldn't understand my teacher in eighth grade because her accent was so heavy." Jordan said with a smug look on his face. 

"Tom mum started the car because you were taking to long. Hurry before we leave you behind." Amelia said out of nowhere. My eyes shot towards the doorway and she had this big smirk on her face and her camera in her hands. "Mrs.Claire threatened to break my camera if I didn't stop taking pictures."

"The camera you're holding now?'

"No, the other very expensive camera that I love that I'm holding in my hands now. Yes Tom, I'm talking about this camera. Now hurry up." She shuffled out of the doorway and I swear I heard her hit her head and knock over something judging by the thump and crash sounds. "I guess I should go, y'know, make sure she doesn't get banned from here." I sighed, picking up my phone from the piano seat. 

"Yeah, okay. Can I give you my phone number? So we can, um, hang out some time. I don't have a lot of friends here." Jordan said and I swear this guy can't say anything without dragging himself down. 

"Yeah sure. Here, you can put your number in it." I replied, handing him my phone. I wanted to yell f*ck yes! but somehow I kept my composure in my voice. He handed my phone back when he was done, and the way he chewed on his bottom lip when he put his number in is now permanently burnt into my brain. 

"See you later Tom." 

[A/n: Hey guys (or singular cricket) I'm feeling more motivated! Yay! I mean I watched a couple of syndisparklez moments and vines and was like "i'M FINISH THIS DANG FREAKING CHAPTER TONIGHT!" Anyways I hope you enjoyed this better-late-than-never chapter! (Also I know this book takes place in England but I'm using the American school system thing because idk how theirs works :p)]