sick of you (tomtord)

3.

Tord gazed at the back of Tom's head, his eyes glazed over. He shifted in his seat, resting his cheek on his palm.

"Mr. Larsin!"

With a startled squeak, Tord's eyes quickly darted over to his teacher.

"The answer? To question 2?"

"I- Uhh.." Tord felt his face heat up with embarrassment. A few kids laughed quietly; even Tom turned to smirk at him.

"You should've been paying attention. Moving on!" The teacher continued.

"Ugh.." The blushing Norwegian facepalmed, shaking his head. Idiot.

--Time Skip--

Tord was out sitting in front of the school, waiting on the grass with Edd and Tom. Matt had already left after blowing them all a kiss, making Tom and Tord cringe but Edd smile.

"I passed my math test!" The cola-boy boasted, shoving the paper in Tord's face.

"But you got points deducted for drawing on the margins." Tom pointed out, reading the paper from over Tord's shoulder.

"Shhh! That doesn't count!" Edd glared at the sarcastic Brit and held the page to his chest protectively.

A giggle escaped Tord's lips as Tom winked at him.

"My mom's here!" Edd stood up and gathered his belongings. "Bye guys!" He waved and ran off to a silver car, opening the door and getting in.

"Hey, Tom? I thought you usually walk home?" Tord questioned the other boy.

"I usually do, but I decided to keep you company." Tom responded. He tugged at blades of grass, ripping them from the soil.

"Oh," Tord looked away to hide his smile. "Uh, my dad could probably drop you off at your house, o-or something.." He said shyly, biting his lip.

"Really?" Tom tilted his head.

"Totally! He wouldn't mind."

"That'd be great, actually," the blue clad male smiled softly and ruffled Tord's hair.

Tord whined and pulled away from Tom's hand. "Meanie."

"I-" Tom's sentence was interrupted by a car honk.

They both looked up, seeing a red car. Pat was in the front seat, waving at Tord.

"Stay here, i'll ask him," Tord said, getting up and running over to the car. He opened the front seat, throwing his things onto the floor. "Dad? Can you give my friend Tom a ride home?"

Pat raised an eyebrow. "Uh, sure." He nodded.

"Thanks," Tord smiled lopsidedly. He looked over his shoulder, motioning for Tom to come over. "Don't be weird, okay?" He whispered to his father as the norski sat in the backseat so he could be with Tom.

"Mhm." Pat simply hummed.

"I'm serious."

"So am I."

Tom finally reached the car, getting in the backseat next to Tord.

"Hey." Pat glanced over at Tom. "I'm Pat. You must be Tom?"

"Yeah," Tom nodded.

Tord cringed at the awkward atmosphere. He dug his nails into his arm and shot a nervous look at Tom.

"So, Tom, where's your house?" Pat asked.

Tom gave him the directions to his home, explaining how to get there. Once finished, he looked at Tord and winked.

"Bully," Tord cracked a smile, shaking his head.

"Me?" Tom teased, poking Tord's shoulder. "I'm the nicest kid ever."

"Pff- You wish, douchebag."

"Language!" Pat scolded from the front seat, rolling his eyes.

"Yeah, Tord," Tom smirked, causing a light pink color to spread across Tord's face. "Language."

After a couple minutes of the two teens messing around, Pat had reached Tom's house.

"We're here!" The pilot announced.

"Thanks for the ride," Tom smiled as he opened the door, stepping out of the vehicle. "Bye, Tord!"

"Bye, Tom." Tord stuck his tongue out playfully.

Rolling his dark orbs, Tom closed the door and walked up to his front door. Pat drove off again, occasionally looking at Tord from the mirror.

"So..."

"..so?" Tord furrowed his brows.

"Tom. And you."

Tord's silver eyes widened once he figured out what his father was hinting at. "No, dad, it's not like that at all! I don't even- j-just, no."

"He was totally flirting with you."

"He wasn't!"

"I can tell he was."

"Shh!"