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There was a rumor surrounding the empty eyed named, Thomas. A transfer student, at first, Tord didn't care about him, however his nonchalant attitude caught his attention. Others would call him boring, or spread rumors that he killed someone in his previous school.
Tom only flipped his middle finger at them and walked away almost carefree. Tord felt a sudden pull towards him that he never felt with someone before but here it is.
Tord smiled, cheeky. “Tord,” he pointed at himself. Tom glanced at him and shut his locker, loud, enough for the passerby to flinch and turn their heads. “get the fuck off my way.” Tom politely said that made Tord chuckle.
Well, he was towering over him, blocking his view. ‘How cute, his head can barely pass my shoulder.’ “No?” Tord challenged and oh, he liked how those empty eyes focused only on him.
but he couldn't enjoy it far too long as Tom blow a kick on his shin and ducked from his arm that was against the locker. ‘How cliche this bully can be?’ Tom sighed and didn't feel sorry any bit as he smacked Tords head with his bag and stride away, lazily.
Tord hissed as he bent down from the pain and now his forehead is now stinging red after being hit by Thomas. He watched him and a grin settled in his face. ‘ahh fuck.. this is fun!’
Tom felt chills running down his spine and he hoped it was for a good reason.