Partners [Eddworld High School AU]

Idiot

Tom walked to his locker, weaving through the piles of students that had accumulated. He was practically pushed the rest of the way. He growled, running a hand through his hair and spinning the combination on his lock. It took three tries before it finally swung open.

"Stupid cheap locks..." He muttered to himself, shoving his bag into the locker and pulling out his books. Slamming it shut, he turned and was about to go to class when he heard an obnoxious, booming voice over the crowd, instantly making him groan.

Tord, one of the most popular kids in the school, strutted down the hall. Tom attempted to keep his head down to walk past, but of course, Tord noticed him anyway.

"Ah, hello Tom! I see you decided to try a new look, and use bacon grease to style your hair! Really suits your face." He announced loudly, making the people around him snicker. Tom just flipped him off and walked to soccer class.

This happened a lot. To a point where even hearing a Norwegian accent put him in a bad mood. He sighed, setting his stuff on his desk and sitting down. The teacher started talking as the bell rang, putting on a soccer game that Tom couldn't even understand. It was all in Spanish.

He pulled out a piece of paper, doodling a bit. He already wrote down what he needed, so he just drew. The only thing he said the whole class period was a soft 'here' at attendance. The class ended before he knew it, and he left for Technology.

Technology was one of his favorite classes. He could put on his headphones, listen to music, and draw and animate for the whole hour and a half. Unfortunately, Tord also had that class. But he was too busy playing Minecraft and screaming to mess with Tom, so it was good.

As he got into his seat, his friend Grace sat next to him, pulling out a couple drawing pads for them.

"Hey Grace." Tom muttered, setting up the computer.

"Hey." She replied, at about the same volume. They quickly went to work, both working on animation projects that the teacher assigned. Tom could faintly hear the yelling over his blasting music, and grimaced. There were only a couple calm people. Everyone else was either in the group of boys who played Minecraft and fought, or the group of feminist girls who gossiped 24/7.

"This class goes by too fast..." Tom muttered to himself, looking at the clock. He quickly shut down the computer, put away the drawing pad, and went to his next class. A shot of pain went through his head as he walked down the hall, and he groaned a little.

'So it's one of those days...' He thought. Maybe it would get better. But probably not.
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A/N
Hey! So, sorry this is.. pretty bad (and short). I'm hoping it'll get better, I'm not that good of a writer lol.

Btw, some trigger warnings to look out for in future chapters:
Alcoholism
Death
Suicide/suicide talk
Panic attacks
And others, I'll add them if they come along. Bye :).