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It's been a week, an entire week since edd has been getting these random love letters shoved into his locker, he appreciated the sentiment, really he did! but did they really have to break into his locker??? Couldn't they slip it in like a normal person? edd had thought it was quite typical of himself to attract a criminal, a lame one at that, who even breaks into lockers?
“Really? another one?” tom scoffed as edd opened his locker just for another love letter to fall out “this is what? the 4th one this week, where are all my love letters??” matt whined shifting his weight to another foot, matt would be lying if he said he wasn't a tad bit jealous that he wasnt getting anything, but he was happy for edd, they both watched as edd leaned down to pick up the letter that had fallen to the ground
“Oh come on it's not like i asked for them,” the brunette said as he looked up “plus i think the love letters are the least of my problems, how do they keep getting into my locker? i swore i changed the code” edd said as he opened the letter up, they had all been pretty sweet so far talking about how the sender wishes he could brush the messy hair out of edds eyes and how he thinks their hands would slot perfectly together, normally edd would've laughed at such cheesy sentences, and he would of! if they had been directed at someone else but for some reason, he couldn't bring himself to laugh along with tom as he made fun of them, he had no clue as to why his black eyed friend despised romance so much, but in all honesty edd had found the letters to be quite sweet, not that he'd ever admit that to tom
“soooo, what did he write this time?” matt asked excitedly looking over edds shoulder and trying to get a look at what was written “something as lame as last time i hope” tom lets out snicker as he moves to go open his locker next to edds
the cola loving friend of the group quickly gave the letter a quick glance over lightly blushing at the messy scribbles you could hardly call writing, who seriously writes like that?, deciding that there would be time later to fully read it “surely he's going to run out of things to write about soon though, right?” the teen looked back up accidentally headbutting matt in the process “Hey!” the ginger said while rubbing his forehead “watch it!!” edd looked over at him apologetically “sorry dude but we better get to class though, can't be late, we don't want detention again” he smiled sheepishly trying his best not to laugh at the over-exaggerated pout matt had put on, their English teacher was always so strict on time
the walk to class was long, who even puts three flights of stairs in a school building?
as edd fought his way up the stairs, making sure he doesn't lose matt or tom in the process, he thought about the letters, who was sending them? why couldn't they just confess like a normal person? why did they know how to break into lockers? So many questions and not enough answers it frustrated him, how was he supposed to see if he liked the person back if he didn't know who said person was???
as edd finally got to the top of the stairs he made his way to his first class of the day though it seemed that he and his friends weren't the first people to arrive, right in the corner of the room sat the semi-new kid, its been two months since he transferred here but he was still new in edds mind, the horned guy seemed to look up to see who entered but looked down just as quickly, he always had this scruffy look to him the top of his shirt undone, his tie always loose and his shirt always halfway untucked, he didn't talk all that much either so edd never really got to know him that well but everytime he did he had this thick accent hanging off of every word he said, edd wasn't quite sure where it was from though but he couldn't deny that he didn't find it a bit cute
unfortunately for the trio, they had an assigned seating plan, he and matt were on the other side of the room practically the furthest away from their third friend, whether this was a direct attack on them edd didn't know but it was annoying either way, what's so wrong sitting with your friends?
“alright, enough standing around go sit down and get ready for class” the teacher, ms. Davis said looking up from her computer to glare daggers at the trio
At least edd was just a seat behind matt, which wasn't all that good but it was better than him being on the other side of the room and he could kick the back of the chair to annoy him which was a plus, his seat was on the back row on the right, coincidently right beside the semi-new kid.
the class was starting to quickly fill up with more students as edd went to sit down, catching a glance of what the horned guy was scribbling down in the red notebook he always seemed to carry around with him, it was one just big enough to be able to fit enough stuff on a page but small enough to carry around in your pocket, this time it seemed he was just doodling characters that edd had never seen before.
when edd first saw his classmate doodling he was excited about a potential art friend, tom and matt where never all that into art unfortunately so the thought of being able just to sit and talk about drawing with someone who actually did do it was something edd had always wanted, unluckily for him, he was never able to actually start a conversation with him, the transfer student always seemed to shy to speak first and he could never find him outside of the classroom, what he did at break and lunch edd did not know, so after many failed attempts at befriending him he thought it would be better if he gave up.
edd hated English, why did he need to know how to write with verbs? what job needs verbs? it doesn't help that the teachers making them look over a test that they did last week, telling them to swap the tests with the person next to them to ensure that no one cheats, as he passed his test over to the guy sitting next to him in return for his classmates own test
the brunette was never too good at remembering names if he didn't know that person well enough to interact with them a couple of times a week he was most likely going to forget their name, and unfortunately for edd, he had forgotten his classmate's name, again, sure he sat next to him in english but other than that they never interacted outside of it, so edd never really got the dude's name remembered, so he was thankful that he didn't have to ask again only having to read the top of the dude's test and hopefully actually remembering this time
so after a quick glance over to the middle of the page sat a name in a scribble that edd couldn't in good conscience call handwriting, tord, that's right he remembers last week when he asked his horned classmate for his name for the 3rd time that month and after a pause he replied with a mumbled “its tord, i told you this two weeks ago how bad is your memory?” and turned away straight after, edd decided to write it down later lest he has to ask again and actually annoy tord further than he probably already has.
“all right, now if you could go and open up the booklets to the first page, and if you haven't already take out your purple pen,” ms. Davis said her voice practically shattering any and everyone's eardrums, edd sorta felt sorry for the kids that sat in the front, especially tom
as he opened up tords test booklet edd saw that the way his name was written wasn't a one-off thing the entire page was filled with the offending scribble that tord calls handwriting, seriously how could anyone write like this, did tord ever manage to get his handwriting license? edd doubts he did, but something was up, for some reason, there was something familiar about his handwriting like edd had seen it before which was weird, edd had never swapped work with tord before now but for whatever reason edd felt like he knew this writing like he had read pages upon pages with tords handwriting covering the paper, but edd knew that was stupid this is the first time he had ever seen tords work before so it couldn't be possible, how strange.