JanTom: Complete Opposites

Chapter Thirty : Tom

Chapter Thirty : Tom

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I opened the door wide, then paused midway, my eyes narrowing in confusion by the guy standing in front of me.

"What the hell?" I blurted, eyeing him in dumbfounded.

His usual ruffled hair was gelled up in a spike. He had some stainless bracelets on his right hand and some hand-drawn tattoo on the right side of his cheek that looked like a wiener .

I don't know if I should laugh, or berate him. Just what the hell has come into his mind? He looks like a lunatic

"Tom...?" I muttered, watching as he looked at me unfazed, his lips not tugging into a smile.

Even his demeanour had changed. He acts as if he's a punk or something. Is he in his rebellious stage? Or some rock type of guy?

He looks as if your ass had a face. Sorry, that probably wouldn't suffice to explain just how fu-king weird he looks right now.

I couldn't contain it anymore. I tried holding my laughter because I was confused and speechless. But at the same time, he looked so hilarious that I've never seen someone looked so ridiculous.

"Pfft," I covered my mouth, my laughter resisting to keep in but in the end, I burst into loud fits of laughter.

I kneel myself as I held to my stomach with my free hand. I've never laughed this so much in all my life. This...this...was stupid.

I can't believe I laughed in front of Tom just because he looked like a buffoon.

I finally calmed myself, taking deep of breaths as I regained my composure and stared at him. "What the hell is that?"

"New look," he looks at me and replied with a monotone sound, as if he's trying to imitate some punk.

"You looked fine before, why now?" I raised a brow.

He looks away, rubbing the nape of his neck. "Just trying new things."

I grabbed his forearm, making him look at me as I dragged him towards our living room without any notice.

I removed my hold from his, eyeing him intently like a dog. "Stay there."

I head upstairs, my feet carrying me as I finally arrived in front of my room and grabbed the phone lying on top of the bed.

I head down, finding Tom sitting tense on the couch looking like he's in deep thought. I stood in front of him, making his eyes avert to mine.

"Smile."

Then the camera flashed and clicked on him. It takes him a split second to realize and mumbled. "Why?"

"I'm sending this to Star," I replied, shoving my phone on my shorts so that he wouldn't try and steal it. "---she'll probably die from laughing at you."

"Seriously, you look stupid," I place a hand on my hip, eyeing his face. "---I can't believe you went out looking like that."

"Wouldn't you rather humiliate me?" he replied, sounding as if this was the case.