Tom's POV

I tried. I really did. I begged my mum to take me anywhere else but here, and clearly that did not work out by the way that I'm still here, waiting for my mum to stop talking to security guard Mark and Tom, apologizing for Amelia's mishap. Of course I didn't actually tell her about what happened with Jordan, but I heavily hinted at the fact that if I return to that place I will die of embarrassment. But hey, I've got to live a little, right? I'm obviously just being toyed with, that's what teenagers do. They're dicks to other teenagers.

Oh f*ck Mrs.Claire is talking to me, I'm not listening - is she talking to me? She must be talking to Mum. No, she's definitely looking at me. I can't just say what? now in the middle of her sentence. F*ck, this place is going to collapse, isn't it? Ironman and his star-spangled team is going to have to save my ass from dying when this place catches on fire and collapses.

"...Tom? Are you okay? You look a little dazed, did something happen?" I could recognize that tone from anywhere. It's that I-don't-give-a-shit-but-I-will-ask-anyway tone. I use that a lot with Amelia, and Alice uses it a lot with me. Gee, aren't siblings great?

"No ma'am, I'm just tired. What did you say?"

"It wasn't anything important, I was just apologizing for bumping into you." Mrs.Claire said, and I smirked a little. "Anyways, let's get to it. Come on." She kind of pushed me towards the door and thank you, I didn't fall flat on my face.

Though when I almost fell flat on my face I noticed something that looked a little too much like blood. "What's that?" I asked. 'Realllly hoping it's not blood. "Hm? Oh, my son was on here earlier." She replied, smearing it with her foot. Yes, that totally answered all of my questions. Another thing I noticed, she sounds American too, but her blonde hair is definitely different from his dark hair. I mean, I know people she their hair but it was a little too normal-looking.

Anyways, why would her son be bleeding? Insert period joke here that doesn't apply but still.

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"Are you okay? I heard you were dying." I said, shaking my bottle out of habit. Alice was currently talking to Mrs.Claire and Mum, while I was still in the piano room.

"I wasn't dying, thank you. Just one of my cuts re-opened." Cuts. Multiple cuts. I did not like the sound of that. Also, I have noticed he has multiple cuts on his fingers and hands, but it never seemed to effect how he played. "And it caused a huge pool of blood like that?"

"It wasn't huge, and it was on my face, not my finger-cuts. I fell and hit the piano at home a while ago and got cut on a sharp edge, then today something just happened and it split again." Something just happened. That doesn't sound very convincing. Something doesn't just 'happen' and suddenly you're bleeding. But now that I get a closer look, he has this really bloody band-aid on the side of his face. Painful.

Look, I'm not saying that I think something more concerning happened, I'm just saying I think something more concerning happened. "Anyways, I hear you're getting better at playing the piano." Jordan said. I drew a blank. No I hadn't. It still sounds like nails on a chalkboard when I do it. And not to mention, I keep forgetting which keys are which and what to press at what time because f*ck who the hell designed that thing? Not to mention, things that are quiet piss me off in the first place, in fact anything musical really pisses me off. Not to mention I'm tone deaf, so that makes everything lovely.

"Better how? And what planet are we living on that not moving forwards or backwards is improving?" I replied. I've been told I have a problem with the fact that I'm too rude and my humor isn't funny, but I'm trying to get rejected as fast as I can, remember? Since, after all, I'm going to be rejected sooner or later, so why not make him hate me? Though in my defence, even if I did think I had a chance I would still act the same way I always do.

"We're on planet earth where if you're not undoing progress you're doing something right." Jordan said philosophically. It took all my strength not to burst out laughing. I'm so f*cking immature but that was wayyyyy to mature-sounding for someone who is at least my age. He kind of reminds me of that one girl at my school... I-nite? I-aa-lite? I-a-night? Something like that. The girl's a senior but sounds like she's a hundred years old or something. "I don't understand how that's funny but okay. Good to know that I'm not unamusing to people."

The next thing he did threw me off. He just..smiled but it was weird in a sense. Different. I can't exactly say what looked different, but something did. "Are you okay?" It slipped out of my mouth before I could think about it.

"What do you mean? I told you it was just a cut."

"No but- never mind. You're hot. Bye." Oh shit why did I say that?! I quickly grabbed my bag,  jogged out of the piano room, and practically threw myself behind Alice and Mum. Well that could've gone better. At least I'll probably get rejected on Thursday, or at least he'll never talk to me ever again and that'll settle it.

[A/n: sorry this is late :/ I've been busy this summer, and I haven't been able to sleep due to people digging and making loud noises on the other side of my wall outside. Anyways, the real reason why I haven't been posting because I feel like my shite writing ruins everything. AND IM TRYING SO HARD ON LWTG OKAY? I'M ADJUSTING SOME OF THE CHAPTERS TO MAKE THE ENDING AND LAST CHAPTERS FIT.]