"Huh? You're talking to me?" Tommy chuckled nervously, looking up at the brunet boy standing over his desk. He seemed to panic for a second, "I mean- What's up, man? Do you need something?!" He asked, fake anger lacing his voice. He slammed his hand on the desk, causing the other students, who thought he was an asshole wanting to beat them up, practically jump out of their shoes and ran away.
The boy with brown hair laughed, "yes, I'm talking to you. Wanna hang out after school?" He asked, reaching out his hand, "I'm Tubbo."
Tommy's hand started to shake as his face softener, he grabbed Tubbo's hand and shook it lightly. "I'm Tommy. My brother doesn't allow me outside of school without him, sorry..." He mumbled, obviously embarrassed. He was nervous, no one has ever wanted to be his friend, or even talk to him.
"Do you play Minecraft? We can talk on there after school." Tubbo asked, tilting his head to the side with confusion.
Tommy shook his head, looking away in shame, "I don't have Internet, my brother is working on it. He plays Minecraft though, he make videos about it. On YouTube..." He got more and more nervous talking, like he'd spill a secret or something.
Tubbo bit back a laugh, smiling awkwardly, "Can't your pare-"
"CAN'T YOUR DUMBASS GET OUT OF MY FACE, BITCHBOY!?" Tommy yelled, kicking his desk at the shorter boy, "DO YOU WANNA SEE WHY NO ONE TALKS TO ME, TOBY?! I'LL FUCK YOU UP, Q-"
"Tommy! My desk, after class! Sit down or it'll be the main office!" The teacher yelled, slamming the door behind him.
Tommy glared at Tubbo, holding up his middle finger, "Bitchboy." He growled, picking his desk back up and placing it back down. He sat quiet for the rest of the lesson, uncomfortable with Tubbo's aggressive gaze burning the back of his head.
Class went fast, everyone excused at the end and allowed to move to their next class. Except Tommy.
"You've come so far, Tommy. It's been a year since you've acted out, what happened?" The teacher asked, frowning with disappointment.
Tommy slouched in his seat, looking at the floor, "He was mocking Wilbur. He's a bitch." He growled.
The teacher shook their head, "what did he say?"
The blond held his breath for a second, "fine... He talked about them." He mumbled.
"I'm calling your brother, if you act up again today you'll get expelled. You're a good kid and you belong here." The teacher explained again. Like every year, "he's a new student. He didn't know."
The room was quiet for a second as the teacher dialed Wilbur's number into the old phone on the desk. Tommy couldn't hear what was said. He knew it was something about his "anger issues". It's not his fault though? That Tubbo kid was bothering him.
"Your brother will be here in a minute, go wait for him by the door."
Tommy nodded, stumbling out of his seat and stood in front of the door. He looked down at his hands, biting his bottom lip, 'I ruin everything. What the hell is wrong with me?! I could've just ditched Will to actually have a life!' He growled at himself, feeling the anger and anxiety build back up.
He hit his hands on the sides of his head, mumbling to himself. "I could've had a fuckin friend.. " He felt sick. He wanted to cry, and cry, and cry. He's lonely and it's his own fault. He started hitting harder, the panic and anxiety filling to the brim.
The door opened quickly, nearly hitting Tommy. Wilbur rushed in, kneeling in front of Tommy, "Are you okay?! Did you get hurt?!" He asked, worry filling his voice, "Did anyone hit you?! God, I knew I should homeschool you, it-"
Tommy's arms dropped to his sides, he started sniffling as he shook his head. "No... I kicked my desk at a new kid..." He whispered, tears filling his eyes.
Wilbur frowned, putting a hand on the boy's back. "I'm sorry for any trouble he's caused." He said, looking up at Tommy's Teacher, "Tommy, go stand in the hallway." He demanded softly.
The younger listened and ran into the hallway, trying not to think about the long lecture he'd get from his brother. He leaned against a wall, hoping Wilbur would hurry up so he could go home.
A long time past, Tommy could hear The Teacher and Wilbur yell back and forth about his mental health. He laughed a little, it's so stupid. He's not mental. It's just not fair, he just wanted to forget he wasn't quite normal. He didn't need stupid kids reminding him. He felt himself start to cry at the thought, him never being normal.
"Ah, we meet again. Care to explain why you had to kick at me?" A voice suddenly chimed in, scaring a sob out of Tommy. Tommy looked up, seeing tubbo starring at him with the angriest glint in his eyes.
There was a yell from the classroom, loud enough for anyone to here, "He's dangerous! He's mentally unstable!" The teacher yelled, Wilbur responding in the same tone, "He's just upset! Who could blame him?! His parents are dead, he doesn't even remember them! Of course he's mad with the life he has!"
Tommy lifted his fist up, his whole body shaking. "Do you want to fight or are you gonna leave?" He mumbled, his voice quiet and broken.
Tubbo's face softened into pity. "Tommy, I'm sorry, maybe I can meet your brother and we can talk after school?" He asked, a sadness Tommy could identify as fake laced his voice.
"He should be in foster care!"
Tommy whimpered, his fist hitting against his head for a second before they went over his ears. He sobbed loudly, embarrassment, fear, despair, every negative emotion he knew was pouring into his over flowing train of thought. It was too overwhelming, risking getting expelled, then crying in front of someone, and now they know he could be going into foster foster, how could things get any worse?
The yelling continued, making the air thick with uncomfortable tension that Tubbo repeatedly tried to break. He eventually grabbed Tommy's arm, "Let's just skip. Your brother won't mind if we're gone for a few minutes, right?" He sounded like he was joking but the worry in his eyes said otherwise.
Tommy thought for a second. It was an awful idea. He's supposed to stay out of trouble if he didn't want to be separated from Wilbur for God knows how long, maybe even forever. But on the other hand, he couldn't just stand in the hallway listening to the arguments he had no word in wasn't good for his already damaged mind. It would only be for a few minutes. He'll be back before Wilbur even knows he's gone!
"Let's go."
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Meet my brother
Fanfiction(I'MMA TRY TO GET THIS TO 100 CHAPTERS) Wilbur was over protective of his younger brother, that much was obvious. Tommy couldn't take his brother's rules any longer, he was too lonely. But what could he do?
