Toki was always the new kid, or almost always, a few months at a time really. But it felt like he was at a new school every week. He never knew anyone at any school and never had enough time to make friends with anyone. He was in his senior year of high school now and his parents had a new found intolerance for staying at a school for seconds at a time. It rather irritated Toki, considering they'd never had these thoughts before, but his parents scared him half to death. He'd never object to anything they had to say.
It was only an hour into the first day of school and the desire to just drop dead were already kicking in.
Apparently, moving to Sweden in the most abrupt way possible caused serious lingering jet lag and...a hate from the other students.
The new first period teacher seemed nice enough, she was an older lady who was a foot or two shorter than Toki, Mrs. Dahlman. "Class, we have a new student from Norway, his name is Toki Wartooth. Please do your best to make him feel welcome and help him around the hallways to get to his classes." After throwing her voice out to the whole class, she focused on the Norwegian. "If you need any help just ask." Toki only nodded and looked for a free seat, shivering, but used to being the new kid. Soon guys would start to pick on him and girls would giggle at him. It was just the way the world worked.
But one thing Toki never had exposure to was the bad boy type. Sure he'd had his share of bullies but...never a terribly popular bad boy that everyone hated to love and loved to hate. The first thing Toki noticed about him was that he was already pretty manly looking, not a typical teenager, and damn he was hot. 12th grade Swedes were already men, to think the way Toki was thinking there. Then he saw the perfect, untampered blondeness that cascaded down his back and in loose strands that hung over his shoulders. Then the crystal blue eyes that just about every girl in class were sneaking looks into when Mrs. Dahlman wasn't looking. Toki wasn't technically staring at him, just observing. The only thing bugging him now was like a trecherous curse. He couldn't match a name to the face.
"Skwisgaar! Pay attention, please!" Mrs. Dahlman yelled in the direction of the mysterious blonde, making Toki jump a bit, but listen a bit more closely because Skwisgaar had his lips parted to say something back. "Sorry, Mrs. Dahlman. I was transfixeds on this lovely lady's body shape, it's quites admirable." Oh god. His voice may have made up a bit of broken english but it was deep and it was sexy and it had the best accent Toki had ever heard in it. Skwisgaar. He'd have to remember that name. Too bad he was probably only going to be here for a few weeks.
Lunchtime had come around the bend and his parents had been a little too busy with enrolling in the local church to remind Toki about it. So there he sat, under a tree, farthest from society without food or a person to talk to. First days were always the worst. He decided to just unzip the guitar from its home and strum a few notes on it, since no one would notice or care, but of course the bulky luggage was difficult to carry around and easy to spot.
Only a few minutes of strumming at the guitar, people began to notice, even though the sound was merely a metallic clanking noise, due to not being hooked up to an amp. But his fingers fucking flew across that thing. Toki wasn't fazed by the murmurs and gasps, he was only focusing on practicing his self-taught guitar skills without the glory of the actual sound. Really, considering how religious his parents were, how senisitive they were to society, he was only actually able to hear that amplified sound at guitar shops or other houses. Then, of course, people tried to yell at him. Get his attention. "Kid! Put that away befor-" and doors, the sound of doors being thrown open and smashing against the walls surrounding it. A typical entrance for Skwisgaar. "Put it away!" Toki glared at them and focused back on his instrument, his jaw-length brown hair falling aroun to frame his face. "Tokis." His name in that voice. Oh shit... "Whats do you think you ares doing?" Finally Toki spoke for the first time since his arrival. His voice came out a little weaker than he would have liked but not like he could have helped it, considering this tall, masculine Swede was looming over him like he was gonna rip him to shreds any moment. "I..I was...p-practicing...?" The last part of his words heightened into a question in fear.
Skwisgaar wasn't mad at all that this kid was playing his signature instrument. In fact, he was quite glad someone else could play in this backwater school. But he had a crowd now and a repuation to follow, so he had to keep the bad boy act up. At least for now, he could apologize later-no. Because he would tell someone that he was actually an ok guy to fellow metalheads. Even though the new kid really did not look like a metalhead. "You seemed so nice, it's a shame I'ms goings to haves to see what you can do and if you fails to impress me..." Skwisgaar couldn't take it. He leaned forward and whispered the next part to Toki, so it seemed like a personal threat to the others. "Looks...I really don'ts wants to do this to yous. So just act scared whens I pull back, okays?" Toki decided to follow the order even though he hadn't a clue what was happening. He wore a shocked face that was just subtle enough so seeing that he was faking it was impossible. "I'll be back with my guitars."
Welp! That's the first chapter of the Teen!Skwistok. Not my first fanfiction so I'm no stranger to constructive critism and...not so constructive critism...;-; But seriously, I would loooooove some reviews and possible revisions if I screwed anything up that you want to be fixed. Even though, in all honesty, I'm probably not going to fix it anyway.
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