Inconvenience [Syndisparklez]

[Eight]

Tom's POV

Amelia flicked my forehead, a bored smile on her face. Yes, Amelia somehow looks bored while smiling. "Tom I want to take pictuuures." Amelia complained, hooking an arm around my shoulders. Mum had to work overtime so Amelia came to pick me up, meaning I didn't have to wait half an hour outside my mums place and instead could've just waited at school.

Mrs.Claire seemed awfully bubbly today, greeting us between classes, since we had come at three p.m. while my class started at four p.m. Yes, we actually sat there for an hour doing nothing. Mrs.Claire was chatting away with everyone she knew, smiling and being polite. A dark purple haired girl looked surprised when Mrs.Claire spoke to her, beaming up at her and replying. It seemed that everyone was a little surprised at this, but I got this sinking feeling that Jordan wasn't in one piece.

Eventually Mrs.Claire called me in and smiled at me, and I gave a small smile back. The woman confused the hell out of me, I can't tell if she's a horrible person or not. Jordan and I hadn't spoken since yesterday but I saw him in the morning, he was walking to school with a flock of students around him. Most of them were girls, then there were a couple of boys, including the two bright-haired ones from yesterday, which surprised me because he seems more like someone to get picked on rather than have a billion friends.

Jordan wasn't in the room but I saw his book bag and his school uniform coat folded next to it. "Please mind the mess; that boy doesn't know how to keep his messes to a minimum." Mrs.Claire said and I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. It's a jacket and book bag, not a fucking collection of papers and gum wads. "Anyways, let's get started; shall we?"

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I remembered four of the keys since we keep doing the same song over and over again, and the rest I completely forget and screwed it up every time. Mrs.Claire would just smile and had me keep going despite how horrible it sounded. After that I found Jordan on his phone on the bench behind us, as always, but I didn't hear him come in is what freaked me out a little. Mrs.Claire spoke to me a little before going out to pressumibly chat with my mum. I walked over to Jordan.

"Hey," I said with a false air of confidence, which I had gotten good at by know because I always had to fake it when around the harsh kids of the Mianite Public School. Jordan looked up and I got a glimpse of something that I would never forget. Someone had clearly hit Jordan in the face, because he had a black eye and a fresh purple bruise that was from someone wearing multiple rings, and I knew this only because I've been punched by a girl who was obsessed with jewelry, to say the least.

"She hit you."

"Is it that easy to tell?" Jordan said with a smile o n his face, and it was the fakest thing I've ever seen. It made me feel sick to my stomach, just seeing the dark bruises, not knowing how much pain he really is in. I've been hit with rings but the bitch got him good, it looks like it was bleeding at the time of after he got hit. I reached my hand out and, as gently as I could, ran my thumb over the purple bruises. There wasn't a lot of swelling, but pain was obviously still there. What the fuck are you doing? You're literally touching his face without even asking, not to mention it's creepy as hell!

"I'm fine, really. She didn't mean to." Jordan said as he grabbed my hand and pulled it away from his face, not in an annoyed manor, more of in a 'I'm okay relax' kind of way.

"You don't hit someone that hard if you didn't mean to."

"It was my fault, really." Excuse number two. "I went to Mark's house without telling her and she doesn't really like Mark, I should've told her. I left her alone with him, it was my fault." As soon as the words left his mouth he had this look on his face that said he had revealed more than he intended to. There was so much I didn't know, it made me feel a little shitty, because where the hell was I when this happened?

"Who's Mark?" I asked, changing the subject because I felt that if I didn't it'd just be really awkard.

"Oh, uh, Mark is Jack's boyfriend. They both go to the academy now but last year Jack went to the public school. You probably don't know Jack though, he's kind of quiet and keeps to himself sometimes, but man is he a firecracker around Mark." Jordan said, smiling. "Mark is really smart and everyone's always tying to, um, go out with him."

"What about me?" Pressimibly Mark said, the kid with firey red hair from yesterday, an arm around the kid with green hair, which I could only assume was Jack.

"About how hot you are." Jack giggled out before Jordan could answer. "And, y'know, that you're an A+ student in everything."

"Nah, I have a B- in English and an A- in history." Mark said as if getting B's in classes were a bad thing, and then started to flex his arm. "And I will not deny I am hot. Why are we talking about this again?"

"Tom asked who you were. This is Tom, and Tom, this is Mark Fischbach." Jordan introduced him, smiling. It wasn't completely fake, but not exactly fully real either. I also just realized I'm sounding creepy again. What the hell, I'm at this level now? Tom, you're supposed to at least try to play it cool.

"And the way you described me was as hot? Why I'm flattered, coming from such a proper person like you, it's surprising."

"No, I described you as smart and the fact that everyone's obsessed with you." Jordan said, putting on his uniform coat. Mark faked a hurt expression, whispering something to Jack, who nodded with a knowing grin on his face that made me feel like he could see through my soul. Which would be horrible, by the way, because there are some weird ass secret stored in my head.

"Anyways, this is Jack. We three were going to grab something to eat after school tomorrow, would you like to come?" Mark, keeping a watchful eye on Jordan, invited without hesitation. It felt weird, being invited by someone I had just met, but realized be put emphasis on 'we three', meaning Jordan would be there too. I grinned, this is my fucking chance, I know it's a pathetic one but it's a chance.

"Sure, I'd love to."

[A/n: SO I MADE LIKE THREE HALLOWEEN SPECIALS AND THEY'RE ALL SEPTIPLIER IF YA WANNA CHECK IT OUT SINGULAR CRICKET! Anyways I hope you all stayed safe on Halloween and enjoyed this chapter. Also, wingman Mark is lovely :3]