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“I remember Dream from last year,” Tubbo says. “He gives me the creeps.”
Ranboo nods. “There are some rumors of him being violent towards other students and getting detention a lot.”
Tommy frowns. “He seems fine to me, just hat weird ass mask.”
Tubbo and Ranboo give Tommy a look that the blonde can’t decipher.
“We just want you to be careful, Tommy,” Rambo tells him.
“Yeah, and if anything does happen,” Tubbo pauses to crack his knuckles like a dramatic bitch, “just let me know.” Tubbo smiles mischievously, and Tommy finds himself grinning along to his friend’s antics.
“Don’t worry, Tubso, I will,” Tommy promises, settling the conversation about his new friend.
The trio keeps walking laps around the school gym. Tommy is still sore about Mr. Skeppy making them do actual work, or in this case, fucking exercises, on the first day. Even if it is only walking around the gym. At least they don’t have to change, although, Tommy didn’t bring any to switch into. Neither did Tubbo or Ranboo, or likely anyone else for that matter. Why would they, it’s the first fucking day of school after all?!
After fortyish minutes of wandering, fifth period ends, and Tommy is saved from Ranboo’s miserable (yet someone humorous) recount of their failed cooking attempts of cake, American “food” (bleh), and… cereal. Who the fuck cooks cereal ?! Tommy often wonders why he’s friends with the tall teenager.
Anyways, while Tubbo and Ranboo both head of to AP Computer science– cough, nerds– with Mr. Awsed, Tommy walk alone to Military History with Mx. Ponk.
The class is quite interesting, to be honest. Even if it’s only the first day, Mx. Ponk gives a very good overview of everything they’ll learn in the class. It ranges from wars and key figures all the way to secret missions and betrayals.
Tommy’s next class isn’t as exciting, though. Tommy has never been the best or most enthused by Physics, and yet there he is taking the class. Not of his own free will, though. Phil practically had to threaten Tommy to take the class despite Tommy needing it in order to graduate.
But it was a plus finding out that Physics is one of the few classes Tommy shares with Ranboo. They grabbed a table together and barely listened to Mr. Haych go over the syllabus. Instead, they goofed off the whole time, barely managing to hold in their laughter as Tommy made faces, and Ranboo passed funny notes.
Then last period comes around, and Tommy left Ranboo for Business. Business is supposed to be a hard class, mostly because of the teacher. Tommy had heard about Mr. Schlatt, even seen him in the halls. People say he’s a little crazy, but Tommy thinks he’s pretty cool. Also, Dream is in Tommy’s Business class. And while the two of them only really met today (and despite everything Tubbo and Ranboo said), Tommy has to say he’s glad he did. Dream seems cool for a masked nerdy upperclassman.
“Hey, Tommy!” a familiar voice cheers.
Tommy looks up from his phone to see Dream once again standing over him.
“Hi, Dream. Long time no see,” Tommy responds as Dream takes the seat beside Tommy in the back of the classroom.
“How were your classes?” Dream asks while Tommy puts his phone back into his backpack.
“Military History is interesting, but I hate Physics,” Tommy groans.
Tommy can faintly make out a smile underneath Dream’s mask. “Yeah, I’m taking Physics right now, too. It sucks.”
Tommy cocks his head to the side. “But I thought you were a senior.”
“I am, I just got held back, so I’m retaking Physics and English,” there’s something cold in Dream’s words.
“Oh,” Tommy doesn’t ask why Dream got held back despite the question practically burning his mind. Something tells Tommy it’s not a good idea. Maybe it’s the glint in Dream’s eyes or the sense of foreboding Tommy gets from Dream’s masked face.
As if with an act of mercy, the warning bell rings, Mr. Schlatt walks in, and Tommy’s awkward conversation with Dream ends. The last class of Tommy’s first day of school begins, and it’s quite entertaining, honestly. Mr. Schlatt does seem… eccentric. And loud, very loud. He yells most of his sentences and is very adamant about himself being right. Tommy would sure hope so with him being a teacher and all.
But when the time comes for school to end, Tommy is finally ready to go home. When the bell rings, signaling the end of the school day, Tommy practically jumps out of his seat, ready to bolt for the exit.
Tommy doesn’t get the chance to when Dream speaks up. “Hey, Tommy. Want to hang out tomorrow after school?”
Tommy turns to face Dream as he shoves his computer back into his backpack. “Sure. Just got to check with my friends.”
That seems to surprise Dream. “Friends?” he asks.
What the fuck does he mean “Friends?”, does he not expect Tommy to have fucking friends?!
“Yeah. Tubbo and Ranboo. We hang out after school most days,” Tommy responds.
Dream hums and stares off into the distance for a moment until Tommy shifts, drawing the attention back to him. “Well, if it’s okay with… Tubbo and Ranboo, do you want to?”
“Sure,” Tommy smiles, trying to ease the weird tension.
Tommy thinks Dream might smile back, but he can’t tell. With that, Tommy quickly leaves the classroom, eager to escape whatever awkward situation that was.
When Tommy meets up with Ranboo and Tubbo, they all catch up on their days, and he gets permission (Big Man Tommy does not need permission for anything, it’s rather just friendly acceptance) to hang out with Dream the next day after school.
On the bus, Tommy listens to Ranboo ramble about their day. And when Tommy gets home, he is greeted by his older brothers. Technoblade and Wilbur have morning classes so they got home a couple of hours before Tommy. Lucky bastards.
“Hey, Tommy!” Wilbur greets from where he sits at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee. “How was your first day of school?”
Tommy grins and grabs a can of Coke from the fridge. “Good! Made a new friend. Maybe a few more, too.”
Wilbur smiles. “Really? That’s impressive.”
“And that surprises you?” Technoblade asks as he walks into the kitchen. “This runt has a way of worming himself into people’s hearts.” Technoblade walks up to Tommy and ruffles his hair.
Tommy groans and swats Technoblade’s hand away, but he’s smiling.
“So,” Technoblade says as he sits beside Wilbur at the table, “who’s your new friend?”
“His name is Dream,” Tommy opens his soda and takes a sip of it.
“Dream?” Technoblade asks after a few moments of silence.
Tommy looks at his older brother curiously. “Yeah, do you know him?”
Technoblade shakes his head. “No, but the name sounds familiar.”
“Mhm,” Wilbur agrees as he sips his coffee.
“Well, I’m glad you made a new friend, Tommy,” Technoblade says, knowing how difficult it was for Tommy to make and keep friends while in the foster system before the Watson-Craft family adopted him.
Tommy smiles and takes another drink of his Coke.
Tommy had a good first day of school, but little does he know that things will quickly go downhill from here. Very very quickly.