Yandere! Tord x Tamara

Day 3

(Ummm there's gonna be.... Torture in this chapter)

"Hey, if I'm calling too much, sorry. I'm just really worried about you. Call me when you get the chance!"

Click

That's exactly 12 voicemails, 20 messages, and still no word from Tom.  Tamara couldn't help but feel....whats the word? Sad, angry, worried, and so on. She just came to the conclusion that Tom had no service. Yeah! There's always a reasonable explanation. She would just see him at school!

She didn't.

She didn't see Tord either. The small brit hid her head in her arms and tried to forget the problem. Probably sick. And Tord? Busy. Reasonable explanations people! It's not like they're gonna murder someone.

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Tord had decided to not go to school. He had so much too do today. He had planned so many fun activities. Both males would have so much fun!

Scratch that.

Ony Tord would enjoy it.

He walked to the room where his rival was. Most people would have just rushed, but not Tord.

No.

He wanted to enjoy every second of this. Walking slowly was just first. After what seemed like forever, Tord opened the door to reveal the bastard, wide awake and yelling at Tord. This is like those Disney movies. Boring at first, exciting in the middle, and satisfying in the end. And he was sure that his ending was gonna be satisfying. He walked slowly to the metal table, ignoring the death threats coming from Tom.

Tom continued to yell until he saw what Tord picked up. A large knife. He froze as his "eyes" widened.

"Tord, stop! This is insane!"

Tom thrashed around until he felt Tord's palm. It was as cold as that commie's heart. Still, the feeling alone made his heart thump faster. He wanted to escape, to stop this. Save Tamara from this horrible, insane man. But he couldn't. Tord chuckled, making Tom shake in fear.

"Oh Tom. If you would have just backed off, non of this would be happening. But like always, you're stupid, ignorant..." Tord paused and brought the knife to Tom's neck. "Classic. Stupid. Tom. You never change."

He slid the knife across Tom's neck. Not hard, but soft. He didn't want Tom to die, not now. Tom didn't want to admit it, but he was terrified. He didn't want Tord to have the satisfaction of knowing that he was breaking.

Tord pulled something out of his pocket. It wasn't visible to Tom, but he knew it was bad. Then he felt it. The stinging. It hurt like hell. Tom cried out, making Tord smile wider. Alcohol wasn't enough, so he chose a lemon. Tord placed the knife above Tom's arm. He shoved a fourth of the knife into it. Tom continued his cries for help as Tord began to slowly slide the knife down.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Tord groaned and pulled the knife out of Tom. Tom gave a final shriek before thanking whoever called. Tord took his phone out and placed it against his ear.

"Hello?" The tone of his voice was annoyed, but calm. Tom couldn't hear the other person, but the way Tord smiled, he knew who it was.

"Hold on!" Tord stuffed something into Tom's mouth, so that everything he said would be silenced. "Ok I'm back!"

Can we hangout? Im bored and I need someone to talk to. If you're not busy of course.

Tord was busy, alright. But for a chance to be with Tami?

"Im not busy. Wanna go to the cafe?"

Sure!

"Alright. I'll see you there!"

Beep.

Tord shoved his phone into his pocket and looked at Tom.

"Stay away from her you psychopath!"

That's what Tom tried to say, but it was muffled. Tord understood. And to let Tom know, he laughed.

"You're funny! But I'm afraid you'll have to save your jokes for later." Tord stood up, placed the knife in it's proper spot, and began to walk to the door.

"Don't go anywhere!" And with that, he left a crying Tom inside the cold room.

-timeskip-

Tord sat in a table, waiting for Tamara to arrive. He chose a table that was outside because he knew Tamara liked watching the trees. He sat there in silence, feeling the air moving his hair. It was relaxing.

"You're deep in thought."

Tord looked up too see none other than Tamara. He smiled as she sat in the chair across from him.

"Hi."

"Hey."

They sat in silence, staring into eachothers eyes. Until the waitress came. They ordered the usual, a latte. The drinks came quickly. Tamara sighed heavily, catching Tord's attention.

"Something wrong?"

Tamara placed her palms on the table and opened her mouth to say something. Nothing came.

"It's Tom, isn't it?"

She nodded. It didn't take a detective to figure that out.

"It's just that... I think he's not interested in me anymore."

"Why would you think that?"

"He's ignoring me...." Tamara felt tears in her eyes, but she didn't want Tord to think she was being dramatic.

"Hey, maybe the guy's busy." Tamara shot Tord a you're-only-trying-to-make-me-feel-better look. Tord sighed.

"Im sure there's an explanation. But don't worry. And if he's lost interest in you," he placed his hand ontop of Tamara's. "Thats his lost."

Tamara's cheeks turned red. Not very visible.

Wait-

Did she like Tord. Maybe. He smiled at her and Tamara gladly returned that smile.

The moment was ruined when somebody squealed. They turned to see Edd and Ell, smiling like idiots. Tord grabbed Tamara's hand and took off running. In the distance, giggling could be heard.

That was enough for today.

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When Tord got home, he completely forgot about Tom. All that he could think of, was Tami.

Little did he know, he was the one in her mind.