Ambivalent -~-TordEdd Fanfic [OLD]

Chapter 11

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

"Hmm? Didn't expect me to pull out a gun? Did you?" I asked, snarkily. Whilst the teacher did seem a bit shaken, a 'normal' person would probably be screaming and on their knees begging to have their life spared.

"Well, it isn't common for students to bring guns to school on the first day, even at crime school, you know..."

"But.. if this school is so rough, why wouldn't you bring a gun?"

"Well, you shouldn't randomly bring a gun to school. You didn't know beforehand, so I didn't see why you'd bring a gun."

"My dad gave it to me! I trusted his judgement!"

The teacher chuckled, "Now you're turning into a kid who's going to rely on their parents for everything. That'll hold you back and hold your parents back as well. It's a naïve thing to do honestly, and-"

I shot on of the lights on the ceiling, cutting my teacher off. The small shards from the lightbulb rained down on the girl who was sitting at a desk near me. She brushed the shards off of her head and desk, seeming quite annoyed.

 I hated when people criticized my decisions and gave me a whole lecture on why it was wrong. God, it made me want to shoot someone. It wouldn't be too hard to do considering the fact that there were plenty of people around and I did have a gun.

"Please,  shut up before I shoot you," I muttered, "you're giving me a headache."

"Shooting me would give you a bad reputation with the students, and that sure wouldn't be good for you.."

"Since when did my reputation matter?"

"Since now. At this school, reputation matters a lot. It determines how high of a rank you'll get in a person's gang, how people treat, you and a lot more!" I heard a very familiar voice shout out. Turning around, I spotted Tom, who was leaning back in his chair, a little smile on his face.

"And when did I ask you?" 

"Remind yourself that you're now in America and the freedom of speech is raining down upon you. I can talk whenever I want." Tom replied, smiling.

I bit back a snarky reply, not really wanting this conversation to go downhill for me. If Tom really was speaking the truth, and he ended up embarrassing or shaming in front of the whole class, then my reputation would be pretty dead. That certainly wouldn't be good.
Well, not for me, at least... But maybe I could find another way that would be a bit easier.

"Well, I'm sure we can both just try to settle down now and-" I elbowed the teacher in the gut, not allowing him to continue speaking. Keeping my gun in hand, I walked over to Tom's desk, brushing my hair out of my face so I could see a bit better. It wasn't hard to figure out that the whole class was staring at me, and I swear I could literally feel their burning gaze searing into my back.

When I was about a foot away from Tom, he sharply spoke up, "God you're weird! First you pull out a gun in the middle of class, and now you're getting into my personal space for no reason! What the hell is wrong with you?!"

I got closer to him and placed my foot on the rim of his chair. I leaned close to his ear and placed my gun on his shoulder.

"Good night~" I whispered, pulling the trigger.

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Heavy procrastination ;o; I'm sorry it took so long- I had the bae idea but I didn't know how exactly to place it into words. Anyways, I'll try to be a bit faster next time, since Christmas is almost here.
Who knows, maybe I'll give y'all a little Christmas present and post a chapter ;3