sick of you (tomtord)

18.

Tord stood at the front of the school and took a deep breath. Pat gave him a reassuring smile and a squeeze on the shoulder.

"Go find Tom," he teased.

"Wh-Whatever... bye, dad," Tord bit his lip and walked inside, following the crowd of kids into the gym. Huh. You don't even need to pay for tickets.

He looked around and saw Matt and Edd at the food table, piling a bunch of pastries and sweets onto their paper plates. Tord went over to them.

"Tord! You made it!" Matt said through a mouthful of chocolate-covered strawberry.

"Hi," Edd smiled after getting a cupcake.

"Have you guys seen Tom?" Tord asked.

"No, sorry," Matt pulled out his pocket mirror and checked his hair. "I have a question: is my hair messed up? Pssh, who am I kidding, I look gorgeous~!"

Tord rolled his eyes. "I'm gonna go look for Tom." He walked away into the crowd, pushing past people and looking around for the eyeless male.

After a good fifteen minutes of looking, he still hadn't found him. Tord went back to Edd and Matt--now sitting in a corner shoving food down their throats--and sat next to them.

"Did you find him?" Edd asked after swallowing a gulp of cola.

"No," Tord muttered despondently.

"Maybe he'll be here later!" Matt shrugged.

"Maybe he will."

--Time Skip--

Tom was not here later.

It was getting close to the end of the dance--one hour left--and Tord was getting sick of waiting around pointlessly.

"Uh, I think i'm gonna go home now," he told Edd.

The cola boy looked at him with a frown, sensing his disappointment. "Okay. Don't worry too much about it, Tord. He most likely got caught up in something that he can't get himself out of."

Tord forced a smile. "Yeah... he's just.. classic, stupid Tom," he said it with more sourness than he intended. "Um... tell Matt I said bye." He sighed and walked out of the building, texting Pat to pick him up. Pat finally arrived and drove him home, asking if he had fun. Tord had lied and said "yes."

Not even ten minutes after he left, Tom came running inside the school, skidding around corners and sprinting into the gym. His black flannel wasn't buttoned up all the way, his checkered tie was undone, and his hair was ruffled. "Oh, shit, fuck, crap..." Tom looked around and spotted Edd and Matt chattering in the corner.

He ran to them, panting. "G-Guys! Where's Tord!?" Edd and Matt exchanged a worried look.

"He left," Edd finally spoke up.

Tom's heart sank with dread. He fell to his knees and hid his face in his hands. "I fucking knew it!" He whined. "I'm such an idiot! He probably hates me now!"

"Why were you late?" Matt questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Well first of all I had detention, which ended about an hour before the dance..."

"What!?" Edd's eyes widened.

"I know!" Tom huffed. "It's because I missed one detention and I had to make it up, anyways, then I had to walk home and get ready. But I kinda fell asleep.." his voice trailed off guiltily.

"Tom!" Edd scolded, slapping the back of his head. "You broke Tord's heart!"

"I know..."

"Can't you just do that stalker-ish thing you always do and go to his window?" Matt popped a green M&M into his mouth.

"I guess," Tom nodded and stood up. "Thanks...?" He rushed outside and sprinted towards Tord's house, almost tripping and falling about a hundred times.

Once he reached the house he climbed up the tree, hoping he didn't look like a robber, and knocked on Tord's window. I'm such an asshole! This night was supposed to be perfect for us! Tom thought after no one opened the curtains. He knocked again, beginning to worry.

"Go away, Tom." A muffled voice came from inside.

"Listen, i'm sorry!" Tom leaned back into the trunk so he didn't fall.

"I'm not in the mood!" Tord snapped.

"Please? I'm so sorry! How can I make it up to you?"

"Hm, let's see, by going back in time and actually SHOWING UP!"

Tom flinched at his sharp tone. Tord almost never raised his voice and especially at him.

"I-..." Tom didn't know what to say. He took a deep breath and finally said, "I understand." His voice was shaky. He went back down the tree and started walking to his own house, staring at his feet.

A/N:

SO

Tord didn't mess up after all! It was TOMMM!!!!

get fOoLEd, sONN!!1!!11!!!1!!!111