Smut? Smut.

SCHOOL IS COOL

As the MOST popular kid at school, Matt was surrounded by drooling guys, girls, and non-binary spills. The opposite was the story for Tom, who kept to himself, ducking and dodging people in the hall, evading make out spots as well as hook up zones, knowing the fastest way to every class. For being a loser, Tom had it easy, not getting picked on that much. He was off limits to the jocks due to having a quick fling with one of the jocks, no names being said. Football and robots SEEMED to be the only things on Tord's mind, besides the odd cock or two. Being the captain of the basketball and football teams, first batter for the baseball team, and being on the male volleyball team made Tord a lady magnet, every women in the school gravitated towards him, EVEN TEACHERS. Picking spitballs from his hair seemed to be a pastime for Edd, who always had some sort of book in his arms, A+'s in a class, and his glasses on. Edd even knows how to spell SUPER random words. Such as pterodactyl.

Matt closes his locker, brushing some of his orange hair out of his face, only to turn and come face to face with a random junior.

"H-Hey Matt. I was wondering if you wanted to eat lunch with me." The junior proposes, Matt gently declining.

Matt brushes down the hall, seeing a male with a light green sweater being slammed against a wall by some jocks, a male with a letterman jacket standing to the side, a large "T" on the left side near his pectoral, the colors being red and grey. Matt shakes his head and goes to class, seeing a male with a white shirt on and a pair of overalls on asking the teacher a question. 

"Oh. That's a good question Tom. I'll think about it and you can stop by after school to get my answer." The teacher says, Tom nodding.

"Oh. So your name is Tom? I like it!" Matt gently smiles, Tom's entire face going red before he scurries to his desk.

"Don't worry about it Matt. He's always been shy." The teacher explains, Matt feeling a little better.

In the middle of class, Matt gets a note from the jock he had seen standing to the side in the hall.

"Hey. The dude with overalls has been staring at you. Bet he likes you! - T"

Matt looks over and sees the jock wink at him before nodding his head at Tom, who is scribbling something down in a notebook.

"Well. Maybe? I don't even know you so why should I trust your thoughts?! -Matt"

"Because. You just need to. -T"

"WILL YOU STOP SIGNING WITH T?! What's you name? -Matt"

"Tord. Tord Larsson. -T"

"Why is glasses here?" A basketball player asks, the male with the light green sweater sitting in the bleachers.

"Dunno. Coach says he's gonna help us get a good plan for the season." A male with wavy bangs shrugs, tying his hair back.

"Well he's a nerd. Why are nerds even allowed in the gym?!" The first male grumbles, Tord "passing" the basketball at him, which results in the male getting nailed in the gut and getting the wind knocked out of him.

"Coach talked to me, and Pat's right. He's here to watch us play and get good positions for us." Tord states, the team responding.

"Ok. Edd? You have everything you need?" The coach asks, Edd nodding as he fixes his glasses.

"I will need a day or two to get the roster in order." Edd states, hugging his books to his chest.

"Alright. Take your time. Next practice is in three days." Coach says, Edd walking off.

"Hey Tom. You do anything over break?" Matt asks, trying to get Tom to talk to him.

Tom shrugs, Matt sighing in defeat.