Our Illegal Love

Chapter 3

"Er du ok, Tom? Hva er galt?" Tord said in a different language again. I sniffed the wiped my tears. I sat up straight, then looked at him again.

"W-What?" I questioned. Once again, he realized what he said then cleared his throat again.

"Apologizes. I said, Are you ok, Tom? What is wrong?" He repeated and rubbed my back in comfort.

I looked down and stayed silent for a moment. Tord sighed. He was about to walk back to his desk until I grabbed his hand. "Let's...talk in the hallway, please"

He nodded. I got up and lead him out the classroom, still holding on to his hand. Once we got in the hallway, he closed the door behind him. "What's up?"

I rubbed my arm and explained everything to him. As I talked, all his attention was on me and I can tell her was very interested. Once I finished, I covered my face and cried a bit more.

"Aww, Tom" Tord said, keeled down and pulled me into a hug. I hugged back and cried on his shoulder as he rubbed my back.

He whispered very nice things in my ear, in his softly, sweet voice. I listened to everything he said and eventually calmed down.

He's different from other teaches. He actually cares about my feelings. He even offered to be my friend.

"Thank you." I whispered with a smile.

"Your welcome, Thomas" he whispered back. After a minute later, we headed back inside the classroom. I grabbed a empty chair and brought it to his desk.

I sat down in the seat but Tord picked me up again and put me in the teacher's seat. I looked at him. He smiled then sat in the chair I brought. I smiled and chuckled.

"I got nothing to do, so, wanna talk we me?" He asked and I nodded in response. I sat back and thought of a question.

"Ah! I got a question"

"Ask away" He sat back then put his glasses on the desk.

"What type of language were you speaking? You didn't say where you came from." I said while looking into his eyes and his cute little freckles.

He chuckled. He rested his head in his hand while his elbow rested on his leg. "Well, I come from Norway. So, I speak Norwegian. Once I moved here, I didn't understand a word anyone said. So I had to teach myself." He explained.

Norwegian, eh? Cool.

"Nice, I like your accent by the way. It's thick but nice" I complicated him. He thanks me then moved his seat a bit closer to me.

My heated up again then I looked away. "Ugh, stop it!" I said in a high pitch voice.

He laughed a bit. "Haha, Stop what?"

"Stop being cute" I mumbled and blushed again.

"Aww, you're more cute, Thomas" He giggles and smiles.

If this is a dream...DON'T WAKE ME UP MOM!

I smiled and shyly moved the hair that was covering my void. "What do you do for fun?" He asked.

"I mostly like to play in my guitar base, Susan." I answered proudly.

"You named your guitar base Susan?" He asked. I went silent then looked down. He noticed how I felt by my actions.

He got up and hugged me. "Im sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset. I think its cute actually" he said sweetly. I hugged back and smiled softly.

He really is too kind.

"Mr. Larson?" Tord let go of my then looked at the owner of the girl voice. I looked at her too and saw the little brat of the school...Angie Clark.

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