"Star, he's back."
Marco set his backpack down, giving Star a stern look. Class with Tom went normal, except whenTom burnt a few books by mistake. Aside from that he hadn't caused much trouble.
"Who, Ludo?" Star bit her wand as she took out her notebooks.
"I wish. It's Tom. Tom from demon prom."
Star's eyes widened shock. "Did he hurt you? He hurt you didn't he?!"
"No, no... He apologized, Star. He said he's changed. And he's not even...looking for you." He looked up at the white board of the class, thinking. Did Tom really change? If he wasn't looking for Star, why would he come to school here? Marco wasn't stupid. He knew something was up with Tom.
"I'll believe it when I see it." The bell rang as soon as Star finished her sentence.
Class started normal again. The teacher introduced herself, went over what they'd learn the whole year, and so on.
Marco doodled in class most the time. He found himself drawing fire and hearts all over the blank page in front of him. His face went red when he realized he wrote Tom's name in flames and hearts and quickly turned to a new blank page. He couldn't wrap his head around it. Why Tom came here in the first place. Why Tom didn't threaten him when he had the chance.
This wasn't the Tom he knew. The Tom he knew was a hotheaded, envious, little liar. Hotheaded. Hot. Headed. Marco yanked his hair trying to stop thinking of him. Tom wasn't hot or attractive he told himself. He was just intimidating. Yeah, that was it. It was just that.
"Marco, class is over," Star waved a hand in front of Marco's face. "Earth to Marcoooo!"
"Eh, wha-what?" He quickly stuffed everything in his bag and followed Star. "Sorry I was just thinking about uh..."
Star placed a hand on his shoulder, a concerned look replacing her smile. "You're really red Marco. Are you sick? I can walk you to the nurses office."
He shoke his head and offered a smile. "No, I'm fine, really. I'll see you at lunch?"
"I'll see you at lunch, love you." The princess smiled back and kissed his cheek as she left the room.
Marco felt a hole in his chest. A hint of guilt. He didn't feel that spark with Star anymore. She used to make him feel...something. Something he couldn't explain. But now his brain was infected. Infected with Tom. He couldn't deny it anymore, he wanted him. He hated how he wanted him. Just one touch to feel his heat.
He sighed and left the class. It was going to be a long day. A long, confusing day.
