Ambivalent -~-TordEdd Fanfic [OLD]

Chapter 10

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

I stared at Tom as he walked away. Honestly, I could've won that fight if I hadn't hesitated and felt a bit bad right then and there. For now, I guess I could just believe that the outcome of that fight was a tie and neither of us won. At the moment, everyone was staring at me, wondering if I was going to say anything.

Instead of talking, I got up off the floor. I wasn't bleeding really, with the exception of two scratches I'd gotten on my arms when I'd hit the lockers. Think back on it now, I'm pretty sure I did the right thing. If someone was a jerk to you, it was only fair to be a jerk back. People have to earn my respect. It wasn't just... floating out there for people to have.

As I shoved my way through the seemingly endless wave of kids, I could hear a few murmurs rushing through the crowd. At this point in life, I was used to hearing people talk about me, whether it was directly to my face or behind my back. I was a huge jerk in school to be honest, and my parents didn't make me any nicer, since they actually encouraged it. 

Let's just hope I didn't just wreck my shool reputation from that fight. Being known as the school bully wasn't bad, but I'd prefer not being a bully for the rest of the year. Things here already seemed bad enough for me. Not need to make them even more horrible. 
Currently, I was just staring into my empty locker, thinking over what had happened today.

Let's see... I got into a fight with Tom after literally having to shove my way through a huge OCEAN of kids just to get into school itself... Tom tried to lock me in my locker, and he hates me for absolutely no reason.

That last one confused me. Why did Tom hate me? I mean, sure, I was a jerk to him when we first met, but he was a complete asshole for no reason... I just hope that nobody finds out too much about me. Last year I knew that a few people thought I was a bit suspicious, but they never figured out too much, so that was good.

I quickly glanced at my schedule, trying to figure out what class I had. Only the classroom number was there. It didn't say what class I actually had. I shrugged, walking over to the room I was supposed to go to. Maybe all schools in the United States were like this. Because, again, I'd never been to one before after living in Norway for all those years..
Tom had told me a bit about what he'd heard about the teacher. The teacher was apparently very strict, and I wouldn't want to get on his bad side. He told me that I should try to pay attention to that teacher otherwise things could get pretty bad for me.

I didn't know if it was the way Tom spoke, or if I just didn't know what he was talking about half the time. Everything was so vaguely explained. Either way, I shouldn't think about it too much. I didn't want to screw up on anything in my first class. And if I did screw up... 
My dad had that covered for me. I didn't like the idea, but I he gave it to me, and it seemed like a reasonable solution.

Snapping myself out of my thoughts, I opened the door to the classroom, taking a deep breath and walking over to the corner and taking a seat. I felt a pair of eyes staring at me, practically burning right into my skull. Upon looking up, my eyes met another pair of eyes that belonged to an older man, who was only a few feet away from me.

"You're the new kid, I'm assuming?" The teacher said, tilting his head to the side ever so slightly. 

I lazily nodded in response, not feeling like talking. It always felt weird talking to adults for some reason, even if I technically was considered an adult now. 

"God, it would be a bit more polite to speak in words, you know," the teacher replied, seemingly annoyed, "you'd better not keep up that act in my classroom."

As the teacher started walking away, I heard him muttering a few things, such as how this generation was rude, lazy, doomed, and impolite. He didn't even make much sense to me, but hey, teachers don't make much sense to be honest.

Within around five minutes, the classroom was already filled with students. The first thing I noticed was that Tom seemed to have the same first class as me. To be honest, there wasn't much else I had noticed. Very few kids seemed memorable to me, and the only one that I actually remembered besides Tom was a brunette-haired kid who had green eyes.

The class started, and it was already boring. The teacher was just introducing everyone to school, saying cliche things, such as 'welcome back' or 'I hope you had a pleasant summer'. Teachers did this every year it seemed, and it was always the worst part of going back to school after summer vacation. Instead of paying attention,  I decided to daydream.

I felt something against my forehead.
Metal.
More specifically, a gun.

I looked up, my eyes wide and panicked.
The teacher.

There were so many things I wanted to ask, but they were all caught in my throat. I knew everyone was staring at me, and when I gazed around the classroom nobody looked like they were too scared. In fact, they looked.... sorry....
Especially the brunette-haired kid. He did look a bit spooked for a second, though.

"Welcome to crime school. I'm so sorry you've already failed your classes," The teacher started, sighing, "I bet you would've made a great student.

That's when I realized everything. It explained why my parents seemed so weird and off... I just had always thought they respected my wishes... I felt so bad that my story was over so fast. It had only been a day, and I hadn't even made any friends. I'd just got up, stumbled over boxes and...

I remembered what my dad gave me.
I knew why my dad gave it to me now.
He knew I'd screw up, like I always did.

So I shoved my teacher away, and pulled out my gun.

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Eyy, I was going to release this earlier but I had to edit it a bit, and then I kind of procrastinated- The next chapter will be up soon (hopefully).

Also, tysm for 200+ views :D it's not much, but this is my first lil' book/fanfic, and I never really expected any views at all tbh.

Anyways, that's it for now- To be continued~