My R [TordEdd, High School AU]

Chapter Eleven

"O-M-G, Ter, answer me! Woah wait until I tell you what I heard!" Tom claimed to no one in particular as he danced around his room and landed on his bed.

"It's too pumped to type, this stuff is ripe," Tom talked as he wrote. "Call back. I'll yell you every word."

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"Thomas Thompson calling, ugh, Thomas Thompson calling, um, Thomas Thompson calling." Terra finally decided to respond, as she was sick of hearing the ringtone. "Hey!"

"Oh my God, oh my God, okay so," Tom took a deep breath to calm down before explaining why he was calling Terra at midnight.

"At the end of last night's party, the very end of last night's party, did you see Paul?" Tom asked.

"Oh I saw Paul," Terra smirked on the other end of the call as she inspected her newly painted nails for a chip. To her relief, they were still perfectly intact.

"So he's behaving hazy like a tweaking junkie, flailing crazy like a freaking monkey!" Tom explained, doing random motions to emphasize the point, although Terra couldn't see him.

"He's got to learn to handle his high, shouldn't drink so much for a small guy." Terra commented, completely uninterested in Tom's babbling.

"Right, but he wasn't drunk." Tom added, his voice suddenly becoming dead serious.

"What'd you say, Tom?" Terra asked, making sure she heard correctly.

"Hey, he wasn't drunk!" Tom shouted into the speaker, his voice still entirely serious.

"No! Because I heard from Justin Crop, that Paul had barely touched a drop." Tom paused for dramatic effect, like he learned from Mr. Ringgold for the play. "Which means you can't blame the things he did on alcohol. It's just so terrible I don't want to rehear it all!" Tom cried, his tone becoming extremely emotional.

"But do you want me to tell you?"

"Spit it out, spit it out!" Terra urged on, becoming curious of the gossip.

"You really want me to tell you?"

"Spit it out, spit it out." Terra repeated, her curiosity turning into impatience with her new friend.

"I'll tell you because you're my closest friend!" Tom stated with his voice becoming high-pitched at the end of his sentence.

"No I'm not?" Terra pointed out.

"Yeah, I know." Tom responded, his tone dropping to a sad level. "But here's what happened at the party's end..."

Terra was on the edge of her bed, waiting to hear Tom's voice again.

"Paul set a fire and he burned down the house!" Tom yelled with excitement. "Woooooahoooh." He added for no reason.

"Paul set a fire and he burned down the house. Oh, I thought I was dreamin', everybody was screamin', when Paul set a fire and he burned down the house, when Paul set a fire and he burned down the house!" Tom shouted, causing Terra to hang up and immediately click on Tora's contact. After a few unsuccessful attempts of calling her, Terra sent a few messages to her.

O-M-G, Tor, answer me. Look, wait until I tell you what I saw!

As Terra sent the text message, she pressed the 'call' button once again, only to get an 'ignored' screen, indicating that Tora had purposely turned down her call.

"And also, space and frowny face:" Terra talked as she typed, getting slightly frustrated that she couldn't type at a faster rate.

Look I'm sorry Tord and I made out at the party let's never let boys ever get between us again. 😀 💄 🐾