Ambivalent -~-TordEdd Fanfic [OLD]

Chapter 9

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

It was the first day and I'd already picked a fight with someone. God, my parents would be so proud! But this would also benefit me, as I'd be able to figure out if he played more defensive or offensive when fighting someone. 
Although, Tord didn't seem like he wanted to fight for a second. He was backing off, until a kid shoved him closer to me, starting up a chant.

Within seconds, the small circle of kids around us turned into a huge cluster of kids around us, chanting 'FIGHT!' at the top of their lungs. There wasn't a way out of this, and I didn't mind. At this point, Tord didn't seem to mind too much either. We both walked a bit closer to each other and waited.
Well, waiting actually wasn't a good term to be honest. We were mostly seeming to study each other, trying to figure out how the other person might attack, where their weak spots were, and basically trying to plan out attacks. 

That was, at least, before Tord took the first hit and punched me across my already slightly bruised face, knocking me back quite a bit. I reacted quickly and elbowed him in his stomach, causing him to hit the locker behind him. I walked a bit closer to him, smiling slightly. He crouched down slightly.

"Aw, what's wrong? Do you not want to be my friend anymore?" I teased, walking closer to him, reaching into my pocket. I knew exactly what to do now, and Tord didn't seem like he had much of a plan besides crouching down in a corner. By now, I was right in front of him, staring down at him. 

My feet were grabbed. My face smashed into the cold metal of a locker, and I felt blood rushing out of my nose. I turned around, and Tord was now towering over me, with an odd look on his face.

Was it... guilt? But it also looked triumphant, like he was proud of himself, but also guilty at the same time. God, he was an odd kid. And he was beating me up in a fight I should be winning. 
I felt anger boiling up inside of me.
I wanted to hurt him.
I wanted to break him.
I wanted to take everything from him.

Tord backed up slightly, seeming a bit guilty. I took this moment to get up and punch him right in the face. I'll admit, I was being a bit soft with that one, but it was still strong enough to knock him off his feet. When his body hit the floor, I tried to step on his arm. Tord quickly rolled to the side, avoiding my foot, which probably could've broken his arm. Annoyed, I tried to step on his stomach. He quickly threw his arms up in defense, grabbing my foot. My eyes went wide as I tried to break my foot free. Most people knew that if you were fighting someone, and they got a hold of you, they were pretty much in control. Tord raised his eyebrows at me, grinning widely. 

"Hey! Stop fighting!" A voice interrupted from somewhere in the crowd around us. Tord let go of my foot, and we both looked in the direction that the voice had come from. A ginger-haired kid emerged from the crowd. 

"Oh my fucking god Matt! How many more fights of mine are you going to interrupt?" I yelled, stressed. Matt had always interrupted me during quite a few of my fights. I wouldn't consider him my 'friend' really, but he was a friend of Edd's, so we sort of hung out together a bit.

"Just call off your fight for now. Edd needs to talk to you," Matt replied. I sighed, looking at Tord.

"You got off easy this time, you fucking brat," I said, narrowing my eyes at Tord. He narrowed his eyes back and just stuck out his tongue. 
God, how childish...

Matt lead me out of the crowd, and only then did I realize that there were loads of bloodstains on my shirt from my nose, which was still bleeding. I'd have to wash that off later. But for now, I'll have to try and push thoughts of Tord aside. I had better things to do

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Eyy, I just realized I'm doing a pattern that's just reversing from Tom to Tord ;o; I expected a lot more of my writing to be in Tord's point of view, but it doesn't look like it'll end up like that, but hey, you never know ¯\_(ツ)_/¯