The next few days weren't hardly as hectic as the first for Tom. He continued to follow directions like any other soldier, and Tord seemed to become less and less intent on messing with him. Tom hardly noticed, his mind would always go back to his phone, lying on his bed, consumed in a deep emptiness. He wanted to know, he couldn't bear it, having to just assume they would listen, assume they got his message...
"Tom, are you okay?"
Tom blinked a few times, breaking from his train of thought to see his lunch-mates staring at him in concern. He had started sitting with Cosvin, the one who had helped him find his way on his first day, and their friends at mealtimes He rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, pulling off a fake smile.
"Oh yeah, I'm fine, I just got lost in thought." Tom shrugged, making a hole in his mound of mashed potatoes.
"You've been doing that a lot lately," The one to Cosvin's right said before stuffing a spoonful of potatoes in their mouth. He had forgotten their name, they weren't at the table as much as the other two.
"Oh, well, I've just had a lot on my mind I guess.." Tom mumbled, playing with his carrots.
"Like what?" Asked Cosvin, sipping some of their Coke through a small straw.
"I don't want to talk about it," Tom snapped, a little more aggressive than he meant it to be.
They didn't push him anymore after that, which he was glad for. They continued to eat in silence, Tom staring down at his food. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the third party-member glancing at him slightly. As soon as they made eye contact she looked away, face turning red. Tom raised an eyebrow, but shrugged it off and continued to play with his food.
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Tord spun around in his swivel chair, slumped down so his shoulders hit the arm rests. His expression reflected one that was bored and peeved in one single instant. The table vibrated loudly above his head, making him groan. Sitting up, he stared down at the cause of the vibrations. His phone bounced back and forth in a rhythmic pattern, displaying a contact picture next to a green phone symbol. Underneath, in white bold letters, it read the name of the person calling.
Tord rubbed his eyes with his good hand in a massaging matter, sinking back into his chair and letting it roll back towards the back wall. He waited for the ringing to cease. Finally it did, ending the call with a click. Sighing, it stood and picked up the phone, scrolling through the column of notifications reading "Missed Call".
" I should've done this before I hired him.." Tord spoke softly to himself. He flipped through his phone, opening up the contacts app. Scrolling down, he clicked on the contact that had been filling up his phone with so many notifications. Sliding his finger to the right, it revealed a large red button next to the name. He clicked on it.
You want to delete Edd from your contacts?
Yes No
The small pop-up came up on the screen. Tords fingers hesitated, trembling above the yes button. A knock sounded from his office door, making him jump and drop his phone on the desk. He cursed shouting towards the door.
"What?!"
The door creaked open, revealing Patryk's nervous figure.
"Um.. sir, we just got word that a general from the head branch will be... checking in..." He said from the doorway.
Tord paused, a single drop of sweat pooling down the side of his face, his voice gaining a tremble.
"W-when.."
"Tomorrow morning..."
"That's not enough time..." Tord hissed, clenching his fists on the desk, "Why must I take care of everything..." Tord moved around his desk, following Patryk with a scowl.
His phone lay still face up on the desk, on the contact page. As the door closed, the phone rang and vibrated, as if pleading for an answer. Even though there was no one around to do so.
/I'm so sorry the updates are so short and so far apart. But hopefully you can bare with me and i'll keep being motivated