Delinquent and Sunday School (Hiatus)

Chapter 3

I splashed handful after handful of water against my face, until almost everything inch of my head was soaked. I sigh heavily leaning on the now equally wet bathroom counter, "what the fuck am I doing?" I mutter to myself under my breath.

I told myself at the beginning of the year, no, at the beginning of highschool that I wasn't gonna catch feeling for any one of those fuckers. I was doing so well, so god damn well! What even happened?! Nothing significant happened, did it?

My mind flashed back to Tords smile, his tears, the way his chest steadily rose and fell against my back. That stupid guilty puppy look in his eyes! His... body, how he looked in what could have easily been my clothes... Tord... in my clothes.

I slapped a hand to my face at the thoughts running wild through my head. I was not the time to be getting ideas like that, I had to figure out how I was (A) going to hide this sudden crush from said crush, and (B) ger over it as fast as possible.
I sigh again and splash some more water onto my face. What was I going to do? I slid down against that bathroom wall so my knees were tight against my chest.

My mind was not clearing, every thought I had just lead me back to his face, I wanted to see his face, but he was in class. I already had him out for two periods the day before and a full period today which meant there was no way I was convincing him to skip another.
I rubbed my head violently, growling under my breath from the frustration.

"Wait what class is he in?!" I plucked my phone from my pocket pulling up His contact as fast as possible.

Tom: What class are you in?

I wasn't really expecting a reply this period but maybe I could catch him on the next one.

Sunday: I'm in English, why?
Sunday: wait! I'm. Not skipping another class! >:(

Never mind I guess.

Tom: I wasn't gonna make you dipshit! I wanna know what room you're in tho. Be specific.

Tord: A12. I don't think I trust this knowing your track record.

Tom: it'll be great! Trust.

I grab my stuff and rush down to 'A' floor. Since we were both seniors, classes were a little more relaxed. Class hours were used for just studying and if the teacher was chill enough they'd let you get away with a lot as long as you didn't push it.
Finally I reached his class, he was sat in the back corner of the room starting out a window; super productive of course. I head into the room, sure it wasn't my class but it's not like I really cared either way.

"What the fuck are you doing here?!" Tord whisper shouted as I pulled up a seat next to him

"I got bored, I wanted to annoy you." I leaned back in my chair rocking myself back and forth with my foot; y'know like an asshole.

"Well do you really have to annoy me now? It's the middle of class."

"You didn't seem busy, you had your head half way out that window in dreamland when I got here." Tord scoffed and tried to defend himself but to no success.

"Whatever, what do you want? I'm trying to study." He states bluntly continuing to write his notes

"Woah we got some attitude!" I smirked and Tord seemed to jump out of his skin

"Ah sorry! I never even thought about it! That was really rude!" He panicked

"Shut up," I cut him off and he looked almost like a scolded puppy, "I like the attitude. Don't apologise for everything all the time, especially when you've done nothing to apologise for."