Don't Touch Him[ON HOLD]

4

Tom's POV

I wake with a groan. My head felt like it was being split in half. Wincing I sit up, the pain just getting worse. "The Fuck?" I curse to myself. The RV was empty and cold, my father hadn't came home yet. He was probably sleeping at some slut's house. 

I sigh and check the calendar hanging on the wall. August 27th, Shit. I hurriedly get up and throw on a 'clean' pair of pants and my favorite blue hoodie. Today was the first day of school and I didn't want to be late. I grab my torn black and white checkered backpack, leaving the RV not bothering to lock it. It wasn't like we had anything of value in there.

I grab my rusty blue bike and start peddling towards the school. The building was small and run down. It was almost over flowing with students, this being the only high school in town. "Move it freak!" A boy shouts at me, I move from the middle of the side walk to the road. A boy on a black bike passing me. I sigh, hoping school will be better this year.

Tord's POV (first pov switch!!)

"Are you sure you wan to go?" Paul asks. I nod, fiddling with the gloves on my hands. Paul smiles and I climb out of the truck, pulling my side bag over my shoulder. The school was old, and there seemed to be too many kids. I take a deep breath and flip my red hood up, hiding my 'horns'. "Get out of my way." A boy in a dark (Not edd)green hoodie growls at me. I step back, tripping on the curb and falling back and onto something. "Woah!" A boy yelps, the crash of metal against the concrete sounded in my ears. 

The person who I landed against caught me, somehow not falling backwards and into the ground. "You ok?" He asks, his voice sounded familiar. I look up and was meet with 'eyes', two black voids. "Tom?" I mutter. His face flushes a slight red and he lets me go. "S-sorry." He stutters leaning down to pick up his bike. "Faggot!" The boy yelled. 

I flinch slightly but look back up at Tom. He just grit his teeth and pulled his bike up. The bell rings, all the student's flooding to the school doors. "What's your first class?" Tom asks me as we make our way up the path. "History with Mr. Smith." I say softly. Tom nods and locks his bike up to a pole. "Same here. I'll show you to his classroom." I follow silently behind him.

This wasn't to bad, was it?

A/N Sorry this chapter is so short. Hope you liked it.