TomTord One Shots

Cliché

(A/N) So, here's a thing with some art??

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Tom's POV

"Hey, I have to go to class. See you guys," Edd told Matt and me as he walked away from us and down the hall.

Matt finished with his lip gloss in his hand-held mirror and smiled down at me. "See you, hun," He told me, before sashaying off, earning many disgusted looks, but he didn't care. It's what I loved about being his and Edd's friend. We're easily the most, "odd" people in this Hellhole that we call a school, yet we're still happy with being each other's friends.

I  walked into my science class and looked over the room, trying to find myself a seat. There was one in the far back by the window. It may be cliché to sit there of all places, but in my opinion, the reason it's cliché is because it's the best spot for people like me. I walked over to the seat, stepping past people and trying to make myself look as confident as possible, puffing out my chest like Matt had puffed out his.

Reaching for the chair, my hand was knocked away.

"I'm sitting here."

I look up to see a guy who's obviously a freshman like me, but he wore the face of a senior. Confident and scary. He wore a red jacket over a black Hollywood Undead tshirt and blue jeans with grey converse. I could also see some mascara and eyeliner that he drew around his eyes. His caramel hair was ruffled and it pointed upwards, almost looking like horns.

"Excuse me?" I ask, my voice sort of distant. My effort to seem dauntless looked to be failing me.

He pointed at the chair. "I'm sitting here," He repeated. His voice was laced with a strong accent. Norwegian, by what I assumed.

I was in no mood to start something that'd end with me crying as Edd and Matt comforted me at the school's office. "Whatever," I mumbled, turning back to the class to find another seat away from him.

And just to my luck, the only empty chair sat right next to his.

"Fuck," My mind cursed.

I reluctantly sat down, throwing my bag off to the side.

He sat down as well, keeping his bag in his lap.

Throughout the class, him and I avoided each other's gazes, although, for some reason, I found my eyes making their way back to him. As soon as I'd catch myself, I'd look away, feeling my face redden.

Class eventually ended and the teacher dismissed us. I hopped up, grabbing my bag, ready to meet with my friends. The guy who had sat next to me rushed to the front of the classroom to speak to the teacher. I was about to pass him, but he caught my arm and pulled me over.

"May I have a word with my good friend here in your lab?" He asked Mr. Clark.

Mr. Clark shrugged. "Yeah, go ahead."

I raised a brow. "Is this man seriously allowing us to be alone? This guy's probably going to kill me and you'll be fired." I thought to myself.

"Thanks," The norski said, dragging me into another room that connected to Mr. Clark's science class. He let go of my arm to lock and shut the door behind him.

"Okay, so what do want?" I ask, folding my arms and looking to the floor.

He turned to me and pushed me. I'm honestly surprised that I didn't fall as he continued to push me backwards. My back hit the side of a lab table hard and I could hear my spine popping. He leaned forward, his faces inches from mine. His breathe stunk of cigars and burned sugar.