Found A TomTord FanFiction

Chapter 4: Cry Baby

You're all on your own and you lost all your friends. You told yourself that it's not you, it's them.

"FUCK IM LATE!"

Tom yelled as he looked at his phone clock. It was 10:23 and he was supposed to be at school about an hour ago. He got out of bed, not even bothering to get out of his blue sweatpants and Hatsune Miku shirt. He grabbed his school computer off of the floor then quickly shoved it into his backpack ignoring the way it shoved and crumpled some papers that were probably somewhat important.

The preteen swung the shoulder bag over his shoulder as he ran down the stairs. He slipped on his slides then rushed out of his house not even bothering to lock the door behind him, Tom wouldn't give a shit if a robber came into his house and robbed all their money.

It took him about ten minutes to get to the rugged old school, well it was twenty minutes due to Tom avoiding any officers or cars to get there. He opened the front door and went over to the front desk, signing himself in. Once he signed in he grabbed a pass to his locker. Tom slowly made it down the hallway dragging out the time so he would miss more class. Tom knew it was a bad idea but he didn't care. Science was probably Tom's least favorite class. Wait who am I kidding Tom hated all of his classes on a spiritual level.

But if Tom were to choose a class he hated the most he would have to pick Science due to Megan being in that class. Now you might be wondering who the hell is Megan. Now Edd introduced Megan to Tom in the sixth grade but they became close in the seventh grade due to them being in History together. But shit hit the fan when Tom introduced Megan to his old internet friend, she got involved with the Damian drama then she just began to ignore Tom. The brit couldn't blame her though.

Tom shoved his bag into his locker, taking out his binder, Chromebook and his algebra notebook off the top shelf for later. He shut the locker with his shoulder, then he was on his merry way to class. The brit walked down a few lockers then knocked on the front oak door but was caught by surprise when the door was a bit open. He walked inside keeping his head down, scared if anyone was staring at him.

Why was he even keeping his head down? That was such a stupid thing to do! If anything it made him look even worse then he already is. He sat down, placing everything down on the table before looking over at the teacher. She was writing things onto the Promethean board that wrote: Science fair paper due today, wavelength notes and quizizz's game.

Tom's heart dropped to the fucking floor. He felt his body become tense and his mind started to race with a bunch of questions. 'Wait we have a Science fair project?', 'I thought that was due next week.' Tom looked up to the kids sitting next to him who were pulling out papers, gently setting them onto there desk. That's when Tom remembered. The papers in his backpack. Tom totally forgot! He was so caught up in playing Overwatch with his friend that afternoon that he forgot to even start it.

The brit began to think of a way to get out of this mess but he couldn't think of anything. He went to stand up to go to guidance and just say 'Oh I'm having anxiety.' But it was too late. The teacher was at his table. His heartbeat began to pick up along with his breath becoming fast. He sat there for a moment before he heard a voice.

"Tom, did you bring your homework this time?" She implored. Tom looked up at her very slowly. "Uhm... I think I left it in my binder." Tom reached for his binder and began to open it up slowly. He felt everyone's eyes were on him, he was known in this class for not doing his work and the teacher practically hated him for that.

He shuffled through the messy binder, chuckling nervously as his teacher let off an aggravated huff. "Well... Uh, you see I didn't really have time to do it. I got really-"

The teacher slammed the rest of the papers onto the desk. "Tom I'm getting tired of your excuses!" The teacher proclaimed turning around then taking a few steps forward just to turn around and face the brit once more. "Your first excuse is you got busy with your other assignments but I find out that those teachers hadn't even assigned homework! Then you tell me you were out of town but that was also false when your mother and I had a meeting! And then you say you were hanging out with Matt but he is on the baseball team I help coach! What is it this time?"

Tom looked down hugging both of his arms. God, he felt so guilty. He opened his mouth and began speaking but no words fell out. The teacher walked over to the desk, slamming her hand down, keeping her fierce gaze on the uncharacteristic spitfire. "Come on use your words, or do I have to call your mother to speak for you like a child?"

Tom felt tears begin to prick his eyes. Fuck why now? "I-I... I forgot." Tom confessed rubbing his arms up and down starting to feel the twisting and turning in his stomach. Tom heard nothing but silence for the next minute until he heard, laughter. It was a tired laugh then he heard a loud thud in front of him.

"Night, look me in the eyes right now." She roared in Toms face. He slowly looked up at her as tears began to stream down his face. The brit felt like a failure. "Now I'm going to repeat myself, why didn't you do your homework?"

Tom began to breathe faster and tears streamed faster than a waterfall down his face. He heard people whispering along with people laughing. He thought he was a freak.

"Thomas, Why. Didn't. You. Do. Your homework?" She punctuated each word as she clapped her teeth shut, clearly tired of Tom's old bullshit. She didn't even care that he was crying, she just felt like at this point Tom didn't care about his school work.

Tom's eyebrows furrowed as he opened his mouth. "It's none of your fucking business!" He exclaimed. In that short moment, he heard the laughter and whispering stop. Oh shit. Tom fucked up, didn't he? The brit glanced over at Megan who had this very disappointed/neutral facial expression, but she quickly looked away when Tom looked at her.

The teacher stood tall and stared down at Tom. "Hallway, now." She demanded before she continued to collect papers from other students. Tom had other plans though, he began to gather his belongings before he rushed out of the classroom. The brit glanced around before he made his way down a few hallways then he went inside a restroom. He dropped his stuff then locked the stall. A squeaking sound was made as tom dragging his back down the wall as he slumped down pulling his knees up to his chest. He crossed his arms setting them on his kneecaps, soon crying into them.

That's when he remembered, he had to hang out with Tord that afternoon.