Ambivalent -~-TordEdd Fanfic [OLD]

Chapter 3

~+Tord's P.O.V+~

The whole time I was going through the school with Tom, something seemed off. 

There were certain rooms I wasn't allowed to go in, but I had to know where they were for classes. It seemed strange, but hey, maybe all American schools were like this.

Tom seemed nice at the beginning, but after a while he got really.. rude... He seemed like he was suspicious of something. Sort of like he was trying to get some information out of me. 

Although, I'm sure my snarky and rude replies didn't help.

Otherwise, the school seemed like any other school, just a bit more modern and surprisingly clean. The tile floors were polished and shiny, and the walls had fresh paint on them. It was welcoming, like I'd have a fresh school to go ahead and screw up in. One of the good things that Tom did teach me though, was that there were a load of shortcuts around the school building. He told me these were how a lot of students had managed to get to their classes on time, even if they were running late.

All the classes were also surprisingly close together,  according to Tom, leaving not much in-between time to do much else. 

I assumed it would be no big deal, because I assumed there would be a load of new students who hadn't been in this school chain yet, and I could just panic with them.

But, apparently I was the only new kid this year. I knew my parents had been begging me to go to this school chain since High-School, but holy shit, it's that exclusive? That special?

God, no new kids besides me... That's gonna suck. 

Currently, I was just sitting in my hotel room, quite bored.

New York... Wasn't this place famous for Broadway or something? That would be nice to just see something playing there I guess.  But it would be kind of boring going by myself, wouldn't it? Although who would want to be friends with me in the first place? A weird kid who had an obsession with guns and... other stuff.... Not to mention, I'm weird... and a bit of a rude freak..

Then again, maybe I shouldn't be so pessimistic. Anything could happen. This was school. Some kid might try to burn it down on the first day. You never know. Or maybe Tom will end my misery on the first day, since he hated me so much. 

I sort of just sat on my bed, sighing. School was tomorrow, and I was definitely NOT fucking prepared at all. Although, I'd never been to the United States before, so I was curious as to if the schools were any different. 

Hopefully this school didn't give out too much homework. Last year back in Norway I was drowning in homework almost every night. Maybe whoever was in my dorm with me could help me with my homework. Tom seemed pretty smart, but he didn't seem like he wanted to help me. 

Or.. maybe he did... But the chances of that were slim. Just like the chances of my parents accepting me as being a bisexual were slim. At this point, though, I would always tell myself, 'No, Tord, you're not bisexual. You just wish you had a really good friendship with that person, that's all.' Just to convince myself. Because, if I keep telling myself something, maybe it'll actually be true someday. Just like how in class if you pretend you're confident, you'll actually become a bit more confident

I sighed, walking over to one of the boxes in my hotel room. Carefully, I used a box cutter to open it. I'm not sure why I was so gentle. Possibly because this was the box that contained all of the extra things I didn't completely 'need', such as a rubber band gun and Striker, who was currently powered off. Striker often caused too much chaos... He sometimes malfunctioned as well, which I didn't have the time nor resources to fix if it happened.

It then crossed my mind how truly lonely I felt. Although, I figured I'd find another girl to date anyways, and she would get all of my attention and love. And we'd love each other, have kids, take care of each other...

God, I miss my girlfriend.

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