Underestimated (Eddsworld Oneshots)

7.Generic highschool AU.7

//TomTord//

It was prevalent that Tom was the outcast. Tord, who hated Tom, was always the popular one. The one to pick up girls and ride in fancy cars. Tom never  fit into those categories.
It was hard for him to focus on stuff and the fact that everyone teased him about his 'parents'. It even made him teary eyed a bit. It didn't help with his oddly shaped hair and his unfortunate lack of eyes.
Tom was currently at his locker, twisting in his code so he could grab his books. Today was an.. okay day. Not the best in the world, he thought. But it was better than most.
He grabbed his math book, a few loose pieces of paper, a pencil, math notes, and a notebook. He gently shut his locker, holding the items close to his chest as he began walking down the hall. In a matter of mere minutes, the popular geezers started to come at him. The jocks with their slut, cheerleader girlfriends who were giggling at nothing, curling their hair around their finger. As one of the jocks passed Tom, they grabbed his stuff and made it scatter all over the place by yanking it out of Tom's semi-strong grip. Tom's eye sockets widened and he looked down at the clattering mess he dare call school supplies.
The girls let out small "ooo"'s and the boys fist bumped each other.
Tom trembled but he got down and started picking things up, muttering curses to himself. He was about to grab his math book until his hand accidentally went on top of another. He looked up to see who was helping him gather up his stuff, his eye sockets widening at the realization.
"T-Tord-?!" He said a bit too loudly. Tord blushed, not saying anything. He just looked back down and continued to help him. Tom knew this meant bad afterwards, he just decided to accept the help now more than anything.

Once they were done, Tord handed Tom his half of the pile. "Hey.. we have same class together."
"Math?" Tom asked. "Yeah.. uh, when we get in there can you ask to use the bathroom? I'll be meeting you in there." Tord smiled lightly, making Tom shift a little bit as they started walking to their classroom. "Uhm.. sure..?" Tom replied, questioningly. He was pretty much convinced that Tord was gonna just act all shy so later he could beat him up. This is why he doesn't trust easily. He'll probably bail the whole idea completely and leave Tord hanging just for his own amusement.

What? Just 'cause Tom's and outcast doesn't mean he can't be rude or aggressive about anything.

Tord took a U-Turn to the bathroom, waving a goodbye to Tom, which Tom thought was a bit.. Off. Why, all of the sudden, was Tord acting so nice to him..? It was as if something took over Tord. 'Heh' Tom chuckled mentally.

//Timeskip brought to you by a sparkling-eyed tom//

Tord was waiting in the men's restroom, tapping his feet in the empty space. No one was here, thank God. It would be a bit awkward to have him waiting up against the wall for no reason for people to walk in, glance at him weirdly, and go upon their business. Tord let out a sigh, itching for a cigar. He decided no, his mind making up if Tom didn't like smoke and he did eventually come then he shouldn't make him leave immediately.

After a few more minutes he heard footsteps, anxiety and anticipation lingered through his chest. He decided to go up to the sinks in case anyone other than Tom walked in. Tord kept glancing at the doors- but eventually, Tom walked in. He seemed suspicious. His arms were crossed and his eyes were narrowed. "What did you wanna say?" He asked with a small growl. I blinked but smirked a bit. "Oh, Thomas.." he began, shifting closer to Tom who just took a few steps back. Tord did this until he had Tom pinned to the wall.
Tom's attitude wasn't changing, however. "Tord, I asked you a question." He said impatiently. I sighed at this, "What if I just show you?" I asked.

He visibly raised a brow but slowly nodded. I took this chance to press my forehead on his, his eyes now widening as he realized our lips weren't that far apart. His breath was a bit shaky already, I could tell. It only made me smirk more, knowing that this was a good sign. I leaned in and gave him a small peck on the lips before pulling away.

"Y'know, you should better get to class. I think someone's coming."