Ambivalent -~-TordEdd Fanfic [OLD]

Chapter 16

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

After about ten minutes of Edd being a complete mom, we were ready to go. It was one of those moments where my stomach had a weird churning feeling. I wasn't sure if it was from excitement, worry, or the fact that something bad might happen.

We walked outside to a parking garage, which was about a block away from the school. Edd and I stopped in front of a midnight blue car. It was probably the shiniest damn car I'd ever seen. Except for the wheels, which were splattered in mud from top to bottom.

"Why are we choosing to steal this car? And how will be break into it? Why do we need to steal a car if we can just walk?" I asked, tensing up a bit.

"One, we're not. Two, with the keys. And three, because walking is easier," Edd calmly answered, pulling keys out of his pocket.

"Oh," I relaxed a bit. "Wait when did you get the keys-?" I quickly asked, only just then processing what he'd said.

"I own it. Duh. Don't be an idiot," Edd rolled his eyes, "Just get in."

I shrugged and sat in the back seat, since I'd never really liked sitting in the passenger seat. It gave off a weird vibe in my opinion. I'd much rather sit in the back and feel like I'm three than sit in the front and feel really awkward and start sweating. 

***

After an hour of Edd taking multiple side-streets as shortcuts or to avoid even the slightest bit of traffic, we arrived. The whole building was just plain gray. At least, that was what Edd had told me before we got there. Now, It was colored with about any color you could imagine. 

Luminous splotches of light were scattered everywhere, and you couldn't even really tell that it was actually just a gray building. The only spot that hadn't been covered with lights was a balcony on one of the top floors, and yes! There were multiple floors! I had no clue why they were needed, but they were there.

Edd stepped out of the car after parking it. I got out as well, shoving my hands in my pockets and following him. The first thing I noticed when I got out was the air. It was freezing! It was then I realized that we had parked pretty far away and we'd have to walk. 

We hadn't even walked too far before my cheeks were already a bit red from the cold air, and I was shivering

Edd looked at me with a smile, "What? Not used to cold air?"

"No, I am. I just normally have a thicker jacket and a long sleeved shirt," I said, my teeth chattering a bit.
Edd put an arm around me. A blush snuck across my cheeks as a warm feeling rose in my chest. Already, I was freaking out on the inside, and I tried to break away from his grip. Edd simply pulled me closer, causing my face to rest against his side. To my surprise, his hoodie was surprisingly soft and warm. It gave you one of those feelings that reminded you of home.

"Tord, is everything okay? You're kind of smashing your face into my side," Edd laughed, letting go of me. I quickly moved away, blushing again and nodding as fast as I could.

"Yes! Of course I'm fine! I just... Was tired!" I said, jumbling my words together nervously. This hadn't ever happened before! Why was I suddenly getting so nervous around Edd? Just looking at him gave me a weird little fuzzy feeling in my stomach.

"Whatever you say," Edd chuckled as we finally arrived at the front of the nightclub. There was a note that was taped to the door, which I unfortunately couldn't read since Edd pretty much opened the door, shoved me in, and ditched me. Again, I got an odd feeling in my stomach, as if Edd leaving somehow affected me. I shook it off and decided to try to enjoy myself.

After about two hours all I did was illegally drink alcohol and flirt with girls. Not too productive, but I guess it would definitely help with my whole 'popularity problem'. Though, I hadn't seen Tom anywhere. That was probably to my advantage, but hey, I just wanted to know where he was. Not too much to ask, right?
As if on cue, a small pathway formed between the obnoxiously large group of people around me. A certain someone with eerie, pitch black eyes walked up to me, his hands behind his back. Already, I knew I shouldn't have jinxed myself and messed up my chances.

"Ah, Tord, so nice to see you!" Tom said, sarcasm filling his every word.

"And it's an honor to speak with you!" I snarkily replied, lacing each of my words with equal sarcasm.

"It's such a shame we haven't had any fights yet at this party... Normally we get at least one or two drunk people fighting," Tom frowned, fiddling with whatever was in his hands behind his back.

"I'd love to see a fight as well," I responded, tensing up a bit. I knew how this would go down, and I hadn't even prepared.

"Well," Tom chuckled, "Why don't I give you a front row seat~" He responded, whipping out a knife that he'd been holding behind his back.
I wasn't prepared for any of this! I would back out, but it seemed wimpy... And my parents would kill me if they ever found out.

I took a deep breath and took a step forward. That was my first mistake. A burning pain stung at my shoulder, causing me to stumble back slightly. Already, I'd lost the ability to use one of my arms. This wouldn't end well.