Tomtord Oneshots (Completed)

lol never gone to college so its not accurate

word count: 57,763

Reputation is very important to Tom. It's the only thing that mattered other than good grades. That's why he took (both/it) very seriously. He's the top of his class. Well, usually. He really is a smart kid— he's got all A's and has never failed a class before. He's what the nerds aspire to be. Because, well, he's not really a nerd. That's not his social caste, not at all. He gets in fights a lot, too. Because of that, you might think he's your high school bad boy.

He's not.

He's the loner of West Shores Academy, and Christ, no one can take that away from him. He has no friends (not that he really cares), and he usually gets away with working by himself. He sits alone at lunch and always has the back table.

How lame.

Now, in his English class, he sat in the corner, waiting for something interesting to happen. Honestly, he hated this class. The teacher never let him work alone, and guess what?

That's right. A goddamn partner project.

"Alright," the teacher, Mrs. Bell, spoke. "Thomas, could you please sit next to..." Her eyes drifted around the classroom, smiling as she pointed towards Tord's table with her hand out. "Tord, for your project?" she asked, voice soft and sweet.

Really, she looked as if she was a kindergarten teacher. Maybe that was why she always hated seeing people so lonely.

People like Tom. People like Tord.

The Norwegian had always liked working individually. There was no fussing with another person's time, there was no need to have to incorporate the other's skill into the poster, project, presentation— whatever. He could focus on himself and what he needed to do.

It was just far easier organising something alone than have to actually organise a time to do all the work. Hell, most people Tord got paired up with were slow working, or procrastinators.

But with the loner?

He let out a gentle huff of laughter, arms crossed over his chest as he leaned back in his chair, looking back at the brunet.

The one everyone was so keen on avoiding. Tord hadn't known why, though, since the boy didn't look in the slightest bit intimidating.

Tom let out a sigh, standing up. He collected his things (really, he only had a book, a pencil, a binder, and his bag, so it wasn't much of a big deal) before walking over to Tord with a bored expression. He didn't seem very interested in Tord as he sat down, placing his things on the desk in a neat set up. Not bothering to introduce himself, he leaned back in his chair, watching the teacher with a slightly scrunched up nose.

Admittedly, he wasn't very happy to be given Tord as a partner. He much preferred getting a useless partner that let him do all the work. Taking a quick glance at his new partner, he could easily realize that probably wasn't the case.

Lame.

"Well, hello to you too, then," Tord greeted with a huff of laughter, a smile on his face as he looked at Tom. "You don't talk much, do you?" Tord hummed, eyes glued onto the boy.

It wasn't as if he was saying these things negatively, no. He wanted to get to know the boy.

Because honestly? He seemed like such an adorable person.

No homo.

Okay, maybe some homo.

Okay, 100% homo intended.

Man, being bisexual was confusing.

Tord chewed the inside of his cheek as he stared at Tom, just observing how the boy acts and his gestures— his movements.