Ambivalent -~-TordEdd Fanfic [OLD]

Chapter 12

~+Tord's P.O.V (again holy crap)+~

 The warm feeling of blood covering my hands felt oddly soothing. It reminded me of a fireplace in a log cabin during winter. It was comforting in it's own way. Though, it probably wouldn't feel the same once it dried up on my hands and I had to wash it off. All good things come to an end.

"Jesus Chri-" Tom yelled, before choking on what I assumed to be his own blood. I grinned. It felt so satisfying to see your enemy right below your feet, helpless. 

The teacher looked at me, his eyebrows raised, "This actually breaks a school rule."

"Wait what-?" I replied, cluelessly snapping out of my thoughts.

"Guns are only to be used during controlled fights set by teachers," He replied, picking up Tom, who was clutching his shoulder and staring at me with narrowed eyes.  I couldn't blame him. I'd be pretty pissed off if someone shot me in the shoulder in an attempt to kill me.

At this point, though, the sighed of blood was starting to loose it's comfort. It was rather unsettling when there was so much of it. Now I realized how all of the other kids probably felt. I wonder how assassins could just relentlessly kill people like this.. You'd think they'd feel some guilt. 

"Please take a seat, Tord. I will be back in a few minutes," The teacher sighed, heading on the door with Tom in his arms.

That was it? The teacher was just going to leave us here? You'd think they wouldn't leave a classroom full of criminals alone without any supervision. But hey, I didn't know what to expect from these kids. The classroom probably had a security camera in it anyways.

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The first few classes were a bit different than what I expected.. The first class turned out to be just a basic mathematics class. Nothing really happened besides the fact that someone threw a paper airplane at me and it hit me in the eye. My second class was weaponry. I actually paid attention, and we went over what we'd be learning for the year. I actually got my gun taken away in this class. I could tell a few of the more nervous kids seemed relieved, knowing that I didn't have a gun in my hands.

My third class was my elective, which my parents didn't let me choose. Personally, I kind of hated it. It was art. I never saw much of a point in art. It just seemed like a load of hard work that never paid off. Although, what do I know? I'm not a special person who's opinion could change the world or anything.

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The rest of the day, school was basically everyone giving me little looks in the middle of class. It was a bit unsettling, actually. Thirty pairs of eyes just staring at your every class wasn't very ideal, in my opinion. But now the school day was over, and all I'd have to deal with now was whoever was going to be in my dorm. 

Currently, I was heading over to the dormitory. It was still on-campus, so I didn't have to walk too far, but I would have to get all of the boxes that I'd left in my hotel. That would be a pain to do. 

I pushed open the doors to the dormitory. There was a lady at the desk who didn't seem too much older than me. I could only assume she was the one in charge of handing out the keys to everyone's rooms. I'll admit, she was hot. I was desperate. There wasn't much to it, so I might as well take my chances.

"You know, we always taste our own tongues.." I started, placing my elbows on the front desk and holding up my head to look up at the lady.

"Oh.. Um, well, I guess when you think about it-" She spoke

"How about I taste your tongue for a change~"

"Oh.. Real smooth...." She groaned, "I won't be putting you with any girls."

"I thought dorms were already assigned," I frowned.

"Nope. Not here. I get the lucky task of putting people into dorms. You'll be sharing with another guy and you can have guy parties or whatever the hell you do."

"I'm bi."

"Shit. Well, someone will have to suffer through your pickup lines," She sighed, throwing the keys at my face.

"Aw, they're not that bad.."

"Yes they are. Either way, your room is 301. It's on the top floor. Now shoo, I have more people to take care of," She replied, harshly.

"Can I at least get your name?"

"No."

"Your number?"

"I said no."

At this point, I gave up. She was too stubborn, and that wouldn't really work out for me. Instead, I made my way into the elevator. I pressed the button for the top floor, and waited. The elevator was surprisingly fast, and before I knew it, the doors were open, and in front of me was a long hallway, doors lining the sides of the walls. A few people were outside of their dorms, just chatting and enjoying themselves. I made my way to my room, which was right in the middle of they hallway.

I opened the door, and I was greeted with probably the cleanest room I'd ever seen. There were two beds, and the one bed closest to the window was already occupied with a boy sitting on it. He looked up from his phone, his green eyes meeting my silver eyes. His eyes just kind of stayed there for a second, and he seemed quite startled. He was the brunette kid from my first class.

"U-U-Um hello... I'm Edd."

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Merry late Christmas- I was kind of busy on Christmas and Christmas Eve so I couldn't get a chapter out D: . Either way, this one's a bit longer, so I hope that kind of makes up for it :3