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Just Another Trope || T.H.

college!tom x reader

Chapter 6: The Mean Girl

Synopsis: Time for the big playoffs game!

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You pace back and forth in your room, biting your nails and unable to peel your eyes off of that damn jersey. The realization that you and Tom are just a hair short from being official is finally dawning on you. You don’t know how to be a girlfriend. You’ve never done it before!

At last, you’ve let yourself believe that Tom truly likes you exactly how you are, but the urge to put in extra effort into how you look is becoming overbearing. You groan loudly as you throw yourself on your bed. A few minutes pass by when you get the bright idea to text Gen and the rest of her small group.

A few more minutes go by until you can actually think of what to say. Even through text messages, talking to people can be so nerve wracking for you. But this has to be done. You contemplate on what to say, trying your best not to sound like you’ve been deprived of socialization your whole life. Finally, you just settle for—

Y/n: Hey!

G: Heyy Y/n! What’s up?

Y/n: Do you think I can get ready with you guys? Tom is letting me wear his jersey and I just wanna look… nice

Y/n: Nvm that was a weird thing to ask. Sorry!

You throw your phone to the side before slamming your face into a pillow and letting out a muffled scream. “God, why do you have to be so awkward?” You curse yourself out loud.

You take another peek at your phone to see if they at least gave you a pity reply, but no notifications were shown. Great. Just as you were about to give up on the idea of looking good at the game, you jump when you hear rapid knocks at your door.

You shuffle over to the door and slowly crack it open. Based off the intensity of the knocks, you’re partly expecting a huge, burly man to be standing there with duct tape and zip ties in hand. To your surprise, it’s actually Gen. Behind her stand Hayden, Willow, and Nova, all of them with various kinds of makeup, hair care, and skin care products. They heave heavily, Willow even taking a deep puff from her inhaler.

“Uh, hi.” You mutter.

Gen smiles and weakly pushed past you, allowing herself into your dorm room. “Sorry we took so long.” She says, “We came right away when we saw your text.”

You snicker, “It’s okay. Fifteen seconds isn’t too bad.”

The rest of the group takes her lead and files right in. You can’t resist the smile that creeps onto your lips as you realize this must be what it’s like to have friends. Real friends. Not people who only talk to you because you have a class together.

“You have to tell us EVERYTHING.” Nova gushes. “I can’t believe Holland finally made a move.”

“And he pulled the hottest person on campus!” Hayden adds as they bring you into a tight hug and sway you back and forth.

You chuckle as you pat them on the back, momentarily forgetting just how awkward you are when it comes to physical contact. Tom and his damn charm have tricked you into thinking you can tolerate it now, but turns out you’re just use to his touch— not that you mind.

“We’re not exactly official yet, you guys.” You remind them.

They all look between one another, each sharing the exact same expression. As if it were some sort of telepathic communication between everyone but you, they let out a loud “Pfft!” in nearly perfect unison.

One of them ushers you towards your vanity and sits you down, their hands immediately going to your hair. “So I think it would look really cute if we braided the front parts of your hair and then pin them back.”

“Really? I was thinking we pick it all up into a messy clip with a soft glam look.”

As one voice begins to overlap the other, you smile to yourself and relax. A guy has finally reciprocated your feelings for him, your grades are still better than ever, and you now have a genuine group of friends. Everything seems to be falling into place for you.

Meanwhile, Tom is also smiling to himself as he finishes lacing up his cleats. You’ve been on his mind since he left your dorm.

“So she said yes?” He hears Harrison’s voice from above him.

Tom snaps out of his thoughts, “What’d you say?”

“Y/n.” Harrison clarifies, grunting as he takes a seat on the ground next to Tom, “You’ve been smiling since you’ve gotten here like a lovesick div. So I’m assuming you finally confessed your love and are currently living happily ever after.”

The pink tint simmers into Tom’s cheekbones as he thinks about the mini make out session he had with you just moments before arriving at practice. “Yeah. Almost there, mate.” Tom responds. He’s never been one to kiss and tell.

Harrison smiles and grabs a hold of one of Tom’s shoulders, “Happy for you, bro.”

“What’s this I hear? Holland got himself a little girlfriend?!” Their teammate chimes in, having heard part of their conversation while passing by.

Another one of their teammates joins in by whistling, “Damn Tom. You actually snagged that hot, smart chick you brought to practice?”

“She has a name.” He corrects them, trying not to sound too defensive.

The immature group of boys let out a chorus of “oohs” while playfully shoving Tom around and pinching his cheeks. They pucker their lips and begin making kissing noises, inevitably sending the poor Brit into a fit of embarrassed laughter. He wants to be upset with the way some of the guys refer to you, and just women in general, but he’ll save that for another day. Right now, he’s still too overjoyed at the thought of seeing you in his jersey. Such a simple, juvenile notion, but Tom is too head over heels to care.

“Okay we won’t call her ‘hot nerdy chick’ anymore. What’s her name for real, bro?”

“It’s—”

“It’s Y/n. Right?” …Jamie.

Tom makes eye contact with her, and she’s furious. Her lips are knitted tightly with raised eyebrows as she pokes her hip out and crosses her arms over her chest. Tom gulps, suddenly hesitant to blab on and on about you. He’s in no way afraid to show you off. It’s just that Jamie is one to cause a scene, and Tom doesn’t want to let anything dampen his good mood. Especially before the game.

He nods his head cautiously, “Yeah. Y/n and I are, uh, unofficially official I guess you can say.”

“Wonderful.” Jamie scoffs unsubtly.

“Yeah it is wonderful, J. Thank you.” Tom answers just as passive aggressively.

Some of the boys on the team snicker at the obvious tension, almost all of them knowing Jamie had her claim on Tom for a long time now. Luckily, the coach blows his whistle, rounding up the team like cattle. Harrison chuckles, “I hope Y/n knows how to fight.”

Tom furrows his brows before giving his best friend’s shoulder a nice warning punch. He tries to follow everyone to the team huddle, but of course, he’s being held back by a small hand on his arm. Tom doesn’t need to look to know it’s Jamie, who is probably about to rip him a new one like the psycho she is. However, much to his surprise, her face is soft and concerned as opposed to her angry demeanor only seconds ago. Instantly, his fight or flight instincts ease up. Being the kind person he is, he decides to give her the time of day.

“What is it now?”

“I’m just worried for you, Tommy. That’s all.”

Tom closes his eyes momentarily, trying to keep his composure, and takes a deep breath. He gently pulls his arm from her grip before taking a step back, creating a respectful distance. “What is there to worry about?” He asks. “Y/n has never done anything to anyone.”

“No, I know that! Trust me, she’s a total sweetheart.” She giggles tensely. “It’s just that… I know she’s not used to getting much attention from guys, and let’s face it, anyone with a functioning pair of eyeballs can tell she has a thing for Harry Osborn—”

Tom seethes at the mere mention of his name, jealousy getting the best of him. “What does he have to do with any of this?”

“I’m getting there! Word on the street is Harry’s gonna make a move on Y/n tonight. I just don’t want to see you get hurt when the guy of her dreams finally gives her the attention she’s been craving.” Jamie huffs.

‘The guy of her dreams?’ Tom thinks to himself. From the way you’ve described Harry, it always sounded like a small, innocent crush. What if you’re only settling for him because Harry is too busy sleeping with all the freshman? Tom physically shudders. ‘What did she ever see in him? Would she really leave me for him though?’

His thoughts are interrupted by that same grating voice. “You still there, Tommy?”

“Yeah.” Tom’s voice is hoarse. “I don’t need you to worry about me or Y/n. We’re going to be just fine.”

“Are you sure?”

There’s a beat. A pause. Just like it’s been for the past couple of weeks, Tom isn’t sure again. Now there’s so much to think about. So many details to overanalyze. So many things that could possibly happen. Tom is not sure at all now, but still he says—

“I’m positive.”

With that, he turns around to join his teammates.

Jamie is only a few steps behind him with a confident strut and a smirk on her lips. She has a plan, and it’s been in motion since this morning. The deceivingly harmless strawberry blonde is going to get what she wants, one way or another. And she couldn’t care less who goes down in the process.

“Are you guys sure the eyeliner isn’t too much?” You question your friends one last time.

“Noo!”

“Absolutely not.”

“Not at all.”

You sigh and close the camera app on your phone. Currently, you’re riding in Willow’s car along with the others. You feel bad for the amount of times they’ve had to reassure you tonight, but you can’t help feeling a little out of place. You have to admit, you do look incredible. However, between the falsies and the “subtle” glittery eyeshadow, you almost feel like an imposter. What if Tom doesn’t even like you with makeup on? Or worse— he does.

Your anxious overthinking has no choice but to move to the background of your mind as Willow successfully finds a place to park in the crowded parking lot. You all shuffle out of the car one by one as a sudden rush of excitement vibrates through your bones. This is the first time you’ve gone to a school function that wasn’t mandatory.

“Let’s put some pep in our step, ladies and non-lady.” Nova says, “We have to hurry, if we want good seats!”

You could just scream as happiness bubbles in your stomach. Despite how out of place you may feel while hanging out with this crowd and wearing the star player’s jersey, you let yourself have hope and let your guard down— something Tom has taught you how to do unintentionally. Gen and Hayden link their arms with yours as you all begin to make your way through the sea of people.

You’re reminded just how popular Gen and the others are as it quickly became apparent why Nova wanted to hurry inside. You all were barely able to set one foot onto the premises before being bombarded by what seemed like every single person on campus. In such a short amount of time, you were briefly introduced to lab partners, girls from the volleyball team, old roommates, weird dudes from high school, and somehow your university’s mascot. You huff and briskly tap your foot against the ground, growing more and more anxious the longer it takes to reach the bleachers. The accustomed feeling of being invisible creeps back into your mind. Not a single person that has walked up to your group paid you more than a simple “hi” or a judgemental glance up and down.

Your heartbeat begins to thump louder than the overlapping conversations of everyone around you. “Hey, I’m going to use the restroom really quick.” You lean over and whisper to Gen.

“Okay, I can come with you.” She smiles.

“No, no. It’s okay, it’s just right there.” You insist.

Gen looks at the distance between the restrooms and where they’ve stopped for the time being. Her gaze turns back over to you with raised brows.

“I’ll be quick.” You have to further reassure her.

“Fine. Just be careful! Holland will murder us if you get kidnapped.”

You offer the best chuckle you can, but your vision is becoming blurry and everyone’s voices are muffled. Your mouth runs dry as you make a beeline for the restrooms. Having panic attacks when you’re around a lot of people isn’t anything new to you, so you know the drill. “Just breathe. Just breathe.”

Instead of entering the restrooms, you find a somewhat secluded spot near them and double over. “Okay. Okay I c-can see, uh, my shoes. Bright lights. The concession stand. Our school colors. And um, my hands. Sure.”

You begin to pace back and forth, trying your best not to look crazy. “Come on, four things I can hear. Um my breathing, the marching band, someone laughing, and people cheering.”

Although your breathing has become a little more steady, the pounding sensation in your head is something you can’t ignore. Still, you continue, “Three things I can feel… my clothes. Um, t-the wind. God, it’s so windy…”

Your speech becomes slurred as you start to feel weak in the knees. You pinch the bridge of your nose and squeeze your eyes shut in hopes that it’ll help you power through. The world suddenly begins to spin faster as a big gust of wind blows through, essentially knocking you off your already unbalanced feet. You quickly mentally prepare for your body to become acquainted with the hard, disgusting ground. However, what you feel instead are a pair of arms underneath your armpits, catching you in a trust fall style.

“Woah! You’re lucky I made it to you in time. You were about to eat dirt, literally.”

You recognize the voice, but you’re still too much in a daze to properly react. He helps you get stable, holding onto your hips until you stop wobbling. “Thanks, Harry.”

“No problem. Here, you can have my water.” He offers.

Your eyes meet his and you smile thankfully, grabbing the water bottle from him and taking a few big gulps.

Harry carries on with the small talk, “So I see you’re here for Holland.” You follow his finger and realize he’s referring to the earth shattering soccer jersey clinging to your torso.

“Yeah. He.. uh, he- well we are uh… yeah I’m here for Tom.” You stutter, but not because Harry is making you nervous. You just don’t want to be the first one to say you and Tom are exclusive.

Harry nods curtly and sucks his teeth, “Man that’s too bad because I always thought you were kinda cute. Happy for you guys though.”

You’re immediately confused. No, dumbfounded. NO, you’re actually flabbergasted by the words that just came out of his mouth. You rack your brain thinking of what interaction the two of you could’ve possibly had to make him think you’re cute. He’s never paid attention to you long enough to really conclude that. Even when he kissed you in high school, you could tell his mind was somewhere else. What’s confusing you the most, however, is why he decided to tell you now. You thought him and Tom were friends, and that’s definitely not something you say to your friend’s almost girlfriend.

“What-”

“Y/n, there you are! Is… everything okay?” Gen trots over to you and Harry, looking between you two suspiciously.

It’s hard to pull your gaze away from him, but not for your usual reasons. This is the first time you’ve seen him without rose colored glasses— your first glimpse of how he masks such toxicity with charisma. ‘What did I ever see in him?’ You think to yourself.

“Peachy.”

“Never better.”

You both answer as you still stare at him in bewilderment. Harry stands there with a deceivingly warm grin.

Gen chuckles awkwardly, “O-kay. Well the girls found a seat, so we should go.” She tugs on your arm.

“Mind if I tag along with you guys for a little while? My buddies definitely aren’t here yet.” Harry interjects.

“Where are they?” She asks him.

“They’re still setting up for the party.”

Gen nods, “Oh. Well then of course. The more the merrier.”

Tom stands on his tiptoes as if that’ll give him a better view of the crowd. Harrison let’s out a hearty chuckle at the sight of his best friend resembling a young boy looking for his parents in the crowd at his first recital. “She’ll show up soon, Thomas.” Harrison reminds him.

“But when?!” Tom exclaims, not caring that he now looks and sounds like a small child. “Look. There’s Nova, Willow, and Hayden, but no Y/n.”

“Also, no Gen.” Harrison points out his missing girlfriend. “Maybe they just stopped at the concession.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I’m still gonna keep an eye out though.” He insists, continuing to hold a strong gaze on the stands.

For multiple reasons, tonight is nerve racking for Tom. If the team wins, they get into the playoffs and everyone is counting on him to get them there. Not only is it an important game, it’s the first game you’re ever gonna see him play in. Although he might not show it all the time, you already make him nervous enough! There’s just something about your captivating eyes and gorgeous smile that could make Tom melt right into his shoes. He’ll have hundreds of people cheering him on tonight, but he only cares about one.

He scans every face and his eyes dart between every entrance until finally he sees Gen. Tom perks up and his heart is racing. He’s gonna explode. He’s going to absolutely explode if he has to wait a second longer to see… you.

“Wow.” He mumbles to himself as you make your grand appearance. You look just as he thought you would. Beautiful. His entire face and the tip of his ears burn bright red with adoration. He wishes he could leave kisses all over your face right in that moment.

Tom watches in awe as you look around nervously. He can tell you’re trying your best to be more social. A part of him is so proud to see you with Gen because he didn’t set that up for you this time. He’s glad that his “tutoring” has paid off just as much as yours has.

He cups his hands around his mouth and shouts, “Hey! Y/n!”

You look down at the field, knowing there’s not a chance anyone in the stands would be calling your name. You scan the green turf and all you can see are players wearing the same colored jersey as you.

“Over here! To your right!”

You can barely hear him, but still your eyes slowly shift to your right. Sure enough, there’s Tom completely alone off to the side. He jumps up and down and waves his arms with the biggest grin on his face. You giggle at his antics, yet you find yourself mirroring him exactly. The both of you act as if you didn’t see each other earlier this morning. You excitedly point to his number plastered on your stomach and back, along with his last name. You understand that wearing his jersey is a big deal to him.

Tom laughs to himself. He knows full and well he’s drawn the attention of half the people in the crowd, but right now, all he can focus on is you. He cups his hands around his mouth one more time to shout—

“…Beautiful!”

You weren’t sure if he yelled a full sentence or not, the voices around you beginning to grow louder and louder. Still, you heard the important part. You blush madly and place a hand over your swelling heart. Almost completely in sync, Tom does the same. When did you become so crazy about him?

“Sorry guys! I got stopped by one of my professors. Something about 10 missing assignments.” Harry explains himself as he catches up to you and Gen. He places a hand on your shoulder and squeezes it slightly. “Maybe I can be your next study buddy, yeah?” You can feel your skin screaming for help as he then rubs up and down your arm. Of course, you’re too nice to say anything about it so instead you subtly try shrugging him off.

The moment shared between you and Tom was short lived. He witnessed the whole thing, feeling an empty pit growing in his stomach. He tried his best not to let Jamie’s words get to him, but seeing that asshole with his hand on you makes all of his previous worries return. Tom’s too far away to read your body language, let alone see your facial expressions. This only makes him more anxious. He starts to worry he didn’t make his feelings clear enough back at your dorm. Although he’s not quite sure how you can misinterpret “Y/n, I’ve liked you for a really long time now”.

You offer Tom a small wave before joining the others on the bleachers. He waves back, hoping you can’t see the change in his facial expression from where you are.

Soon after this encounter, the game began and the team wasn’t off to a very good start. They were missing passes, missing goals, and there have already been 2 fights that nearly broke out. You don’t know anything about soccer. You only know as much as Tom has told you, which is very little. However, it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know that 5-0 is not ideal.

“Oh…OH! WHOO!” You cheer.

“No, Y/n. That’s not a good thing.” Nova grumbles.

You look at her in confusion and then back down to the scene on the field. “What? Why? Tom pushed him out of the way and got the ball.”

“Pushing isn’t exactly allowed.” Gen explains, “See the ref raising a yellow card now? That means Tom just got a warning and he’s benched for a few minutes.”

Your slump shoulders, still not completely understanding how some pushing is allowed and some pushing isn’t. You watch Tom stomp over to the bench while running furious hands through his hair. This is a sharp contrast to the sweet, happy Tom you’re always witnessing.

He sits down and groans, angrily knocking a water bottle that was near him to the ground. Jamie, who was already on the bench, slides closer to him. “That was such a bullshit call.”

“No, it wasn’t. I shoved him.” Tom admits. “And did you see me miss that goal earlier? God, I’m playing like absolute shit today. Of course, this would be the first game Y/n gets to see.”

Tom squeezes his eyes shut as he anxiously bounces his leg up and down. Jamie rolls her eyes and looks back at the crowd. She can’t help but scoff when she spots you, watching from the crowd with confusion etched in your features as Gen tries explaining the game to you.

“Something tells me she wouldn’t know the difference.” She mutters.

For a brief moment, she makes eye contact with Harry. No words were exchanged, but everything they needed to say was said.

Jamie turns around and places a comforting hand on Tom’s back. “I’m sure she’s still gonna think you’re amazing, Tommy. I mean, who wouldn’t?” With her free hand, she twirls around a strand of hair.

“It’s more than just that. It’s bad enough that I needed help in class and she had to tutor me. Now suddenly I suck at the one thing I swore I was good at. She’s gonna think I’m pathetic.” Tom seethes.

He’s upset enough that his team is losing, but it’s a different story when they’re losing because of him. Shame fills him and all he wants is to be in your arms, but he can’t even look at you right now because he’s so embarrassed.

“Whatever. I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. Sorry.”

“Holland!” The coach yells. “You’re back in. Hurry up!”

Without another word exchanged, Tom runs back onto the field. You clap and cheer for his return, “Yeah, Tom! Whooo!”

From beside you, you can hear Harry chuckle. “I wonder what’s throwing your boyfriend off his game.”

“It’s probably just nerves.” You defend, “Everyone gets nervous.”

Harry scoffs, “Not me.”

You purse your lips and awkwardly nod your head, unsure of how to respond to that. You stare at Harry as if he was a stranger. That’s when you realize that in reality, he is. It doesn’t matter that he remembered your name or that he was your first kiss, you know nothing about it. Annoyance pumps through your veins as you begin to pick up on what he’s trying to do.

“Don’t you think he was a little too close to that Jayden chick down there?” He asks you.

You roll your eyes in response, “You mean Jamie?”

“Same difference.”

This reminder of Jamie takes you back to this morning. Your blood boils as your mind replays the image of her hands all over his arm and her lips dangerously close to his ears. It’s none of your business, but you wished you asked Tom what she whispered to him.

“I’m just saying, it doesn’t seem very boyfriend material of him.”

“Well he’s not exactly my boyfriend yet so…”

A menacing smirk grows on Harry’s lips as he quirks up his brow, “So there’s still a chance for me. Good to know.”

An incredulous laugh escapes your lips as you bask in the irony. Harry’s had a chance for years, and for the first time, you couldn’t care less about him. That’s when your eyes find Tom on the field. His curls are dampened by sweat, causing them to droop down into his face. You’re a good distance away, but you can still see his muscular chest heaving with every deep breath he takes. Your heart swells.

Suddenly, Tom steals the ball from his opponent and you jump to your feet instinctively. He rushes across the field, dodging the other players left and right.

“Go, Tom!”

He can see that he’ll soon be surrounded and blocked by at least three other players, so Tom scoops out his options. Having to decide quickly, he passes the ball with a hard kick to Harrison before smacking into his opponent and tumbling to the ground. Harrison secures the ball, dribbling it the rest of the way down the field before making the teams first goal of the game.

The rest of the crowd joins you on their feet as they cheer, Gen roaring the loudest of all of them.

“What a spectacular way to end the first half of our game with a clean goal made by Osterfield, who had an assist from Holland! Stay tuned to see if these two young men can lead their team to the playoffs tonight.” The commentator booms over the speaker.

After being informed that you can talk to Tom during halftime, you don’t waste a second getting down there. You watch as your friends greet their partners, giggling to yourself as you take in all the matching jerseys. Suddenly, your feet are being lifted off of the ground and the world begins to spin faster than usual.

You let out a shrill laughing yell as you wrap your arms around the neck of who you’re assuming is Tom.

“Oh, am I glad to see you, darling. I feel like it’s been ages.” Tom sighs dramatically.

He sets you back down, but you both remain secured in each other’s arms. “It’s only be a few hours.” You giggle.

“A few too many, in my opinion. Thank you for coming.” He says.

Tom leans over to press a sweet kiss to your lips, which you graciously accept. He smiles like a madman when you pull apart, forgetting all about his frustrations from earlier in the game.

You cup his face in your hands, “No need for thanks. You were doing so great out there! I mean that goal you just made- UGH!”

“Harrison made that goal, darling.”

“Yeah, but you helped him, right? Oh my god, the way you stole the ball! That was AMAZING! How do you even move your feet like that??” You continue to gush.

Without trying, you’ve significantly improved Tom’s mood. Even in his worst moments, you can always see the best in him. The twinkle in your eyes as you talk about him sends warmth throughout his body.

“I know they’re gonna throw the party tonight if we win or not—”

“When we win.” You swiftly correct him.

Tom smiles and decides to throw you a bone, “When we win… but how about we ditch?”

“You wanna ditch the party? Why?”

He shrugs sheepishly, “There’s somewhere else I wanna take you. It’s special.”

Memories from the last time Tom did something special for you flood your mind. You can’t help the giddiness that comes with those thoughts, but you choke it down. There’s nothing more lame than literally squealing at the mere reminder of your first date with Tom.

“I guess I could ditch the party scene for once.” You say sarcastically.

“Thank you so much! I know pulling Y/n L/n away from a total rager is a lot to ask.” Tom matches your level of sarcasm with an obnoxious American accent.

You lean into his chest as you both laugh, and he wraps his arms around your frame. Unknowingly to the both of you, Jamie watches your entire interaction from a distance. Obviously bothered, she rolls her eyes before marching away.

“I was thinking about hitting the concession stand. Those hot dogs look like the perfect amount of gourmet and gas station chic.” You joke, “Do you want anything?”

“Um maybe just a gatorade please.”

“Blue?”

“Red.”

“Weirdo.”

Tom’s jaw drops and he playfully slaps his hand over his heart like he always does. “You show up to one social event on your own and it’s like I don’t even know you anymore.”

You giggle and lightly shove his shoulder, “So dramatic.”

This time you’re the one to pull him in for a quick peck before making your way to the concession stand. The lines were dreadfully long, seeming like everyone had the same bright idea to come down during halftime. If Tom didn’t request anything, you would’ve said fuck it and went back to your friends. A mediocre hot dog is not worth it. Regardless, you stand there in a long line, happily keeping to yourself and listening to the conversations around you. After a good 15 minutes, you finally purchased your things. You say thank you to the clearly stressed out students running the stand before walking back to the field.

Right as you were about to round the corner and step back onto the field, you bump into someone and drop your hot dog.

“Oh goodness. I’m so sor—”

“Wow! Someone really needs to watch where they’re going.” The voice of Jamie rings in your ears.

Instantly, it becomes clear that this wasn’t an accident. You grip the red gatorade in your hand tightly as adrenaline pumps through your veins.

“You almost stained my jersey, girly.”

“Sorry.” You mutter.

You tried to walk around her without saying another word, but she sidesteps and continues to block your path. “It seems like we’re matching tonight.” She says, referring to Tom’s jersey, “You and Tommy sure are the talk of the town right now.”

“Are we?” You ask, despite knowing you can’t believe anything she says.

“I mean why wouldn’t you guys be? Tom Holland and this random…cute…girl on the honor roll. It’s a match made in heaven.” Jamie smiles widely.

There’s a beat of silence between the two of you. You’re not sure what to say or do next. Nothing seems like a good option, you just know that she’s trying to rope you into some stupid game. You can feel your breath getting shakier, but the last thing you want is to let her know she intimidates you.

You gather yourself before asking, “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Funny that you ask!” She exclaims, “I thought I should just come to you, woman to woman.”

“W-What does that mean?” You curse yourself for stuttering.

Jamie purses her glossed lips before taking a step closer to you. She places one of her hands on your shoulder, “I don’t think Tommy has been completely honest with you.”

You scoff and shrug her off of you. One more time, you try to walk away from her, but she blocks you again. “Tom and I have had sex before!”

You pause. A long pause. You look her in the eye and really study her face. As much as you don’t want to admit it, she’s not lying. You can tell. You don’t know whether you should burst into tears or punch her in the face. For the second time tonight, you’re reminded of the day you went on that date with Tom. That same night, he told he’s only been with one girl romantically in high school and one girl sexually last year. She’s telling the truth.

“Why are you telling me this?” You ask lowly. Any louder and your voice will crack.

Jamie sighs, “I just thought I should warn you. He’s a player, Y/n. He might put on the sweet guy act. Always complimenting you, taking you on nice dates, the whole nine yards. But that’s all it is— an act. Tom isn’t afraid to play the long game.”

“You’re lying.” You spit even though you know deep down she’s not.

“Y/n, I’m not lying.”

“How do I know that?!”

“Let me guess. He gave you a big speech right? A really sweet one? He said something like you’re the most gorgeous person to graze the earth. Your voice is his new favorite song. When you walk in a room you’re the only one he sees, the only one he ever wants to see. Or something like that.”

You suck in a sharp breath, begging the tears brimming your eyes not to fall down your cheeks. There’s no way she could’ve guessed all of that. She recited it exactly.

“Yeah, he told me the same thing. I gave in, we hooked up, and then he ghosted me. Why do you think he barely acknowledges me when I’m around?” Jamie finishes.

If your breath wasn’t obviously shaky before then it really is now. Everything was a lie. You spent weeks with Tom, and you knew things were moving sort of fast, but you didn’t care. You trusted him and everything he said. You fell for all the grand gestures. It’s like the wind was knocked out of your lungs. You fell for it. Fell for him.

“Sorry to break it to ya, babes.” Jamie apologizes, “I can take this to Tommy. I’m pretty sure blue is his favorite, but this will do. Take care!” She turns on her heels and she’s gone.

“What the fuck.” You mutter to yourself.

You go through a range of emotion, all of the provoking tears. How could he? After you opened up to him, after you helped him, after you kissed him. You should have known better. How could you be so stupid?

Just as you were about to walk away from the game and most likely all the way back to your dorm, you hear his voice.

“Hey, Y/n! My buddies and I are gonna start pregaming a little early. Do you wanna come with or do you wanna watch Holland—”

“No.” You sniffle. “Let’s go.”

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Last updated: Sept. 26, 2022

Chapter 1: When the introvert meets the extrovert

Chapter 2: When the boy falls first

Chapter 3: The Amazon Chaser

Chapter 4: The Lara Jean to his Peter

Chapter 5: Friends to…

Chapter 6: The Mean Girl

Chapter 7:

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Chapter 6: The Mean Girl

Synopsis: Time for the big playoffs game!

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Y/n: Hey!

G: Heyy Y/n! What’s up?

Y/n: Do you think I can get ready with you guys? Tom is letting me wear his jersey and I just wanna look… nice

Y/n: Nvm that was a weird thing to ask. Sorry!

You throw your phone to the side before slamming your face into a pillow and letting out a muffled scream. “God, why do you have to be so awkward?” You curse yourself out loud.

“Uh, hi.” You mutter.

Gen smiles and weakly pushed past you, allowing herself into your dorm room. “Sorry we took so long.” She says, “We came right away when we saw your text.”

You snicker, “It’s okay. Fifteen seconds isn’t too bad.”

“You have to tell us EVERYTHING.” Nova gushes. “I can’t believe Holland finally made a move.”

“And he pulled the hottest person on campus!” Hayden adds as they bring you into a tight hug and sway you back and forth.

“We’re not exactly official yet, you guys.” You remind them.

“Really? I was thinking we pick it all up into a messy clip with a soft glam look.”

Meanwhile, Tom is also smiling to himself as he finishes lacing up his cleats. You’ve been on his mind since he left your dorm.

“So she said yes?” He hears Harrison’s voice from above him.

Tom snaps out of his thoughts, “What’d you say?”

Harrison smiles and grabs a hold of one of Tom’s shoulders, “Happy for you, bro.”

“What’s this I hear? Holland got himself a little girlfriend?!” Their teammate chimes in, having heard part of their conversation while passing by.

Another one of their teammates joins in by whistling, “Damn Tom. You actually snagged that hot, smart chick you brought to practice?”

“She has a name.” He corrects them, trying not to sound too defensive.

“Okay we won’t call her ‘hot nerdy chick’ anymore. What’s her name for real, bro?”

“It’s—”

“It’s Y/n. Right?” …Jamie.

He nods his head cautiously, “Yeah. Y/n and I are, uh, unofficially official I guess you can say.”

“Wonderful.” Jamie scoffs unsubtly.

“Yeah it is wonderful, J. Thank you.” Tom answers just as passive aggressively.

“What is it now?”

“I’m just worried for you, Tommy. That’s all.”

Tom seethes at the mere mention of his name, jealousy getting the best of him. “What does he have to do with any of this?”

His thoughts are interrupted by that same grating voice. “You still there, Tommy?”

“Yeah.” Tom’s voice is hoarse. “I don’t need you to worry about me or Y/n. We’re going to be just fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m positive.”

With that, he turns around to join his teammates.

“Are you guys sure the eyeliner isn’t too much?” You question your friends one last time.

“Noo!”

“Absolutely not.”

“Not at all.”

“Let’s put some pep in our step, ladies and non-lady.” Nova says, “We have to hurry, if we want good seats!”

Your heartbeat begins to thump louder than the overlapping conversations of everyone around you. “Hey, I’m going to use the restroom really quick.” You lean over and whisper to Gen.

“Okay, I can come with you.” She smiles.

“No, no. It’s okay, it’s just right there.” You insist.

Gen looks at the distance between the restrooms and where they’ve stopped for the time being. Her gaze turns back over to you with raised brows.

“I’ll be quick.” You have to further reassure her.

“Fine. Just be careful! Holland will murder us if you get kidnapped.”

You begin to pace back and forth, trying your best not to look crazy. “Come on, four things I can hear. Um my breathing, the marching band, someone laughing, and people cheering.”

“Woah! You’re lucky I made it to you in time. You were about to eat dirt, literally.”

You recognize the voice, but you’re still too much in a daze to properly react. He helps you get stable, holding onto your hips until you stop wobbling. “Thanks, Harry.”

“No problem. Here, you can have my water.” He offers.

Your eyes meet his and you smile thankfully, grabbing the water bottle from him and taking a few big gulps.

Harry carries on with the small talk, “So I see you’re here for Holland.” You follow his finger and realize he’s referring to the earth shattering soccer jersey clinging to your torso.

Harry nods curtly and sucks his teeth, “Man that’s too bad because I always thought you were kinda cute. Happy for you guys though.”

“What-”

“Y/n, there you are! Is… everything okay?” Gen trots over to you and Harry, looking between you two suspiciously.

“Peachy.”

“Never better.”

You both answer as you still stare at him in bewilderment. Harry stands there with a deceivingly warm grin.

Gen chuckles awkwardly, “O-kay. Well the girls found a seat, so we should go.” She tugs on your arm.

“Mind if I tag along with you guys for a little while? My buddies definitely aren’t here yet.” Harry interjects.

“Where are they?” She asks him.

“They’re still setting up for the party.”

Gen nods, “Oh. Well then of course. The more the merrier.”

“But when?!” Tom exclaims, not caring that he now looks and sounds like a small child. “Look. There’s Nova, Willow, and Hayden, but no Y/n.”

“Also, no Gen.” Harrison points out his missing girlfriend. “Maybe they just stopped at the concession.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right. I’m still gonna keep an eye out though.” He insists, continuing to hold a strong gaze on the stands.

He cups his hands around his mouth and shouts, “Hey! Y/n!”

“Over here! To your right!”

“…Beautiful!”

You offer Tom a small wave before joining the others on the bleachers. He waves back, hoping you can’t see the change in his facial expression from where you are.

“Oh…OH! WHOO!” You cheer.

“No, Y/n. That’s not a good thing.” Nova grumbles.

You look at her in confusion and then back down to the scene on the field. “What? Why? Tom pushed him out of the way and got the ball.��

“Pushing isn’t exactly allowed.” Gen explains, “See the ref raising a yellow card now? That means Tom just got a warning and he’s benched for a few minutes.”

He sits down and groans, angrily knocking a water bottle that was near him to the ground. Jamie, who was already on the bench, slides closer to him. “That was such a bullshit call.”

“No, it wasn’t. I shoved him.” Tom admits. “And did you see me miss that goal earlier? God, I’m playing like absolute shit today. Of course, this would be the first game Y/n gets to see.”

“Something tells me she wouldn’t know the difference.” She mutters.

For a brief moment, she makes eye contact with Harry. No words were exchanged, but everything they needed to say was said.

“Whatever. I don’t even know why I’m telling you this. Sorry.”

“Holland!” The coach yells. “You’re back in. Hurry up!”

Without another word exchanged, Tom runs back onto the field. You clap and cheer for his return, “Yeah, Tom! Whooo!”

From beside you, you can hear Harry chuckle. “I wonder what’s throwing your boyfriend off his game.”

“It’s probably just nerves.” You defend, “Everyone gets nervous.”

Harry scoffs, “Not me.”

You purse your lips and awkwardly nod your head, unsure of how to respond to that. You stare at Harry as if he was a stranger. That’s when you realize that in reality, he is. It doesn’t matter that he remembered your name or that he was your first kiss, you know nothing about him. Annoyance pumps through your veins as you begin to pick up on what he’s trying to do.

“Don’t you think he was a little too close to that Jayden chick down there?” He asks you.

You roll your eyes in response, “You mean Jamie?”

“Same difference.”

“I’m just saying, it doesn’t seem very boyfriend material of him.”

“Well he’s not exactly my boyfriend yet so…”

A menacing smirk grows on Harry’s lips as he quirks up his brow, “So there’s still a chance for me. Good to know.”

Suddenly, Tom steals the ball from his opponent and you jump to your feet instinctively. He rushes across the field, dodging the other players left and right.

“Go, Tom!”

The rest of the crowd joins you on their feet as they cheer, Gen roaring the loudest of all of them.

You let out a shrill laughing yell as you wrap your arms around the neck of who you’re assuming is Tom.

“Oh, am I glad to see you, darling. I feel like it’s been ages.” Tom sighs dramatically.

He sets you back down, but you both remain secured in each other’s arms. “It’s only be a few hours.” You giggle.

“A few too many, in my opinion. Thank you for coming.” He says.

Tom leans over to press a sweet kiss to your lips, which you graciously accept. He smiles like a madman when you pull apart, forgetting all about his frustrations from earlier in the game.

You cup his face in your hands, “No need for thanks. You were doing so great out there! I mean that goal you just made- UGH!”

“Harrison made that goal, darling.”

“Yeah, but you helped him, right? Oh my god, the way you stole the ball! That was AMAZING! How do you even move your feet like that??” You continue to gush.

“I know they’re gonna throw the party tonight if we win or not—”

“When we win.” You swiftly correct him.

Tom smiles and decides to throw you a bone, “When we win… but how about we ditch?”

“You wanna ditch the party? Why?”

He shrugs sheepishly, “There’s somewhere else I wanna take you. It’s special.”

“I guess I could ditch the party scene for once.” You say sarcastically.

“Thank you so much! I know pulling Y/n L/n away from a total rager is a lot to ask.” Tom matches your level of sarcasm with an obnoxious American accent.

“I was thinking about hitting the concession stand. Those hot dogs look like the perfect amount of gourmet and gas station chic.” You joke, “Do you want anything?”

“Um maybe just a gatorade please.”

“Blue?”

“Red.”

“Weirdo.”

Tom’s jaw drops and he playfully slaps his hand over his heart like he always does. “You show up to one social event on your own and it’s like I don’t even know you anymore.”

You giggle and lightly shove his shoulder, “So dramatic.”

Right as you were about to round the corner and step back onto the field, you bump into someone and drop your hot dog.

“Oh goodness. I’m so sor—”

“Wow! Someone really needs to watch where they’re going.” The voice of Jamie rings in your ears.

Instantly, it becomes clear that this wasn’t an accident. You grip the red gatorade in your hand tightly as adrenaline pumps through your veins.

“You almost stained my jersey, girly.”

“Sorry.” You mutter.

“Are we?” You ask, despite knowing you can’t believe anything she says.

“I mean why wouldn’t you guys be? Tom Holland and this random…cute…girl on the honor roll. It’s a match made in heaven.” Jamie smiles widely.

You gather yourself before asking, “Is there anything I can help you with?”

“Funny that you ask!” She exclaims, “I thought I should just come to you, woman to woman.”

“W-What does that mean?” You curse yourself for stuttering.

Jamie purses her glossed lips before taking a step closer to you. She places one of her hands on your shoulder, “I don’t think Tommy has been completely honest with you.”

You scoff and shrug her off of you. One more time, you try to walk away from her, but she blocks you again. “Tom and I have had sex before!”

“Why are you telling me this?” You ask lowly. Any louder and your voice will crack.

“You’re lying.” You spit even though you know deep down she’s not.

“Y/n, I’m not lying.”

“How do I know that?!”

You suck in a sharp breath, begging the tears brimming your eyes not to fall down your cheeks. There’s no way she could’ve guessed all of that. She recited it exactly.

“Yeah, he told me the same thing. I gave in, we hooked up, and then he ghosted me. Why do you think he barely acknowledges me when I’m around?” Jamie finishes.

“Sorry to break it to ya, babes.” Jamie apologizes, “I can take this to Tommy. I’m pretty sure blue is his favorite, but this will do. Take care!” She turns on her heels and she’s gone.

“What the fuck.” You mutter to yourself.

Just as you were about to walk away from the game and most likely all the way back to your dorm, you hear his voice.

“Hey, Y/n! My buddies and I are gonna start pregaming a little early. Do you wanna come with or do you wanna watch Holland—”

“No.” You sniffle. “Let’s go.”

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Synopsis: Your university’s infamous party animal strikes up a deal with you, the quiet girl with her head in the books.

Last updated: Aug. 1st, 2022

Chapter 1: When the introvert meets the extrovert

Chapter 2: When the boy falls first

Chapter 3: The Amazon Chaser

Chapter 4: The Lara Jean to his Peter

Chapter 5: Friends to…

Chapter 6:

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Chapter 5: Friends to…

Synopsis: You and Tom finally discuss that night.

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It’s been three days since you and Tom shared your heated kiss. You’re not proud to admit that you’ve been avoiding him since that happened.

In some karmic way, a good night’s sleep has been avoiding you for the same amount of time. The butterflies in your stomach drown in guilt. How could you kiss Tom knowing you have feelings for someone else? Unless… maybe your feelings for Harry aren’t as strong as you thought they were.

You can’t seem to shake the warm feeling that surges through your chest when you think of Tom’s lips pressing against yours. The way his hands roamed around your body so confidently made you feel desired. It made you feel safe. Not to mention the entire day he planned perfectly, just for you. He’s made you feel things that no one else has. But was any of that real to him? Do you really feel that way or are you deprived of affection?

You’ve never been so horribly thrown for a loop. You have always been the smart kid, you can figure out anything within minutes. Unfortunately, there are no textbooks or lessons on how to decipher your feelings. There technically is, but can you really afford a therapist? With a groan, you roll over to check your phone after another restless night.

“Fuck!” You shout.

Your philosophy class starts in 5 minutes. You spring out of bed and grab your backpack, not bothering to change out of your pajamas. It was relatively vacant everywhere you turned, considering only maniacs like yourself take morning classes.

Every step you take hurts your feet since you didn’t stop to put on shoes, but you continue to run as fast as you can through all the sticks and leaves. You manage to turn what’s usually a 15 minute walk into a 3 minute run. You burst through the doors of the building and quickly round a corner, your socks causing you to drift because of the momentum.

A handful of people walk past you in the opposite direction. You ignore their strange looks and continue to zigzag through them all. Right as the classroom door was finally in sight, you feel a familiar arm wrap around your waist.

“Woah there, speed racer. I didn’t realize track tryouts were today.” Tom chuckles.

You push yourself out of his hold and keep on fast walking towards the door, “Not now Tom, I’m late for class.”

“Class is cancelled today. The professor is out sick.” He finally chooses to inform you.

The exhaustion must still be weighing on you as it was hard to process what Tom just said. You furrow your brows, glancing between him and the door.

“But she never cancels without emailing us.” You insist, still confused and now a little worried.

Just then, your phone chimes and you see the professor’s notification. Of course you would get the email later than everyone else. You let out a huff, still a bit shaky from the abrupt adrenaline rush. As you reel yourself back to reality, you begin to notice the snickers from the some of the students passing by. The snickers coming from Jamie, to be more specific, along with two guys from the soccer team. You can’t remember their names.

“Hey, Tommy!” She gushes. “Y/n. Nice…pjs.” Jamie laughs again.

The taller, more lean boy with chestnut colored hair practically undresses you with his eyes. You suddenly become increasingly aware that you’re wearing a rather revealing tank top. You cross your arms over your chest in order to shield yourself the best you can.

“Yeah, really nice.” He comments with a wink.

Before a grimace can entirely cover your face, Tom steps in between you and the other three. He gives the taller boy a warning shove, “Stop looking at her.” He growls in a voice so low you would think he’s a completely different person.

“Sorry.” The boy cowers as his friend chuckles nervously beside him, making sure he also keeps his eyes on anything but you. “It was just a joke.”

“Yeah.” Tom muttered, clearly unconvinced. With his fists balled, he slowly backs towards you enough so that he’s guarding your body with his.

“What do you assholes want?” Tom spits.

The two boys glance at each other and seem to telepathically agree not to mutter another word. They both silently avert their eyes to their shoes.

A scoff comes from Jamie as she steps a little closer to Tom with a wide grin so fake you can buy it at a grocery store. Her eyes flicker to you. For a slight second, you can see the pure hatred she has reserved for you set ablaze in her eyes. You turn your attention to another group of students on the opposite end of the hallway, hoping she won’t talk to you.

“We were just discussing your big playoffs celebration! The boys over at Phi Beta Sigma agreed to let us use their place for the party.” She explains.

“Don’t we have to actually win and get into the playoffs first before we can celebrate that?” Tom grumbles.

Jamie chuckles awkwardly, expecting Tom to be as excited as they were. “Um well yeah, silly. We just want to be prepared. There’s no doubt we’ll advance tonight, if you’re on the field.” She bats her eyes.

Tom instinctively looks at you for reassurance, knowing that whether or not he’s playing in the big game depends on his grades. You smile softly at him and give him to slightest encouraging nod.

“You will be on the field, right?” Jamie speaks up again, “Or is tutoring not going so well.” Her eyes are back on you.

This girl is starting to wear your patience thin. She has no right to be passive aggressive towards you just because she has a little crush on Tom. You want to say something to her so badly, but you know that’s a battle you couldn’t win. As always, you stand there in silence, momentarily satisfied knowing that her brain would implode if she ever found out about what you and Tom did the other night.

“Shit. We still need to talk about that.” You think to yourself.

“Y/n is an amazing tutor. I’ll be fine.” Tom defends you, despite not being too confident in himself. A rush of heat simmers your cheeks, especially after watching him get so protective over you. You’re thankful he knows when you’re too anxious to speak for yourself.

With her Malibu Barbie smile still pinned on her lips, Jamie nods curtly in your direction, “Let’s hope so.”

“Well if you’ll excuse us, that’s actually what were on our way to do— study. So uh…” Tom trails off, wishing they would take the hint already and leave you two alone.

“Oh. Okay. Well, I’ll see you tonight, Tommy.” Jamie says as she rubs Tom’s bicep. She yanks him down to her height and begins to whisper something in his ear.

You physically can’t stop the expression on your face when you witness this. Goosebumps spread up and down his arms as she smirks and pulls away. Tom doesn’t say a word, but you can see the tips of his ears turning bright red as he clears his throat continuously. It’s taking everything in you to convince yourself that you don’t care.

Jamie makes a loud popping sound with her lips as the two boys snicker behind her. “Bye Y/n. I’m glad to see the bruises are clearing up.” She snarks, referring to the two black eyes that she gave you.

You roll your eyes, but don’t say anything. Instead you let them walk away, laughing quietly to themselves. Meanwhile, Tom stands there frozen for a few more seconds before shaking his head and taking off his hoodie. As if nothing happened, he turns to face you with that contagious smile of his.

“You can wear this, if you’d like.” He offers.

Your eyes glance between his hoodie and the cute look on his face, and you reluctantly take it from him. “So what was that all about?” You cut to the chase as you pull the hoodie over your head.

“Just them being… them.” Tom scoffs, pretending he didn’t know you were asking about whatever Jamie told him.

You have no reason to be jealous. It’s not like you’re dating him. You have feelings for Harry and maybe there is going on between him and Malibu Barbie. After taking a quick deep breath, you unclench your jaw and drop the oncoming attitude.

“Hm just them being them. Just Harrison being Harrison. Secrets, secrets are no fun, Tommy.” You decide to tease.

He chuckles, “You want to know one of my secrets?”

“Tell me.”

Tom take a step closer to you. So close that the smell of his cologne wraps around your nose like a blanket. You’re nearly chest to chest, and you swear you can see his heartbeat thumping through his very thin, very tight t-shirt. It hugs his muscles perfectly. You can see the glistening dampness in his hair, most likely from taking an early morning shower. Flashbacks from the night you kissed begin to play in your head, and you have to fight back the instinct to bring him in for another one.

He only has to speak above a whisper for you to hear him loud and clear. “I think you look very good in my clothes. You should wear them more often.”

You gulp harshly as Tom shamelessly let’s his eyes bounce between your eyes and your lips with such an innocent grin on his face. The way you’re so easily flustered satisfies him like no other.

“It’s no secret that I look good, Thomas.” You clear your throat and hastily take a step back before you do something you regret. Again.

He chuckles, “I guess it’s not. Which is why I would love if you wore my extra jersey to the game tonight.” His smile falters and he adds, “Assuming I get to play.”

Your knees become weak as you feel your heart drop to your stomach. “You want me to wear your jersey?” You ask, damning yourself for the shakiness in your voice.

“Yeah! It’s just another tradition. Gen and the rest of the partners you met will be wearing them too.” Tom explains. “It’s sort of for good luck.”

He notices your indifference and quickly backtracks, “It’s not a trick question by the way. No pressure. I just thought who better to wear my jersey than my partner in crime.” He physically cringes at himself and awkwardly bumps your shoulder with his fist.

You chuckle tensely, still unable to find the right words to say. It’s difficult when you know there’s a giant elephant in the room that both of you are actively ignoring. As much as you and Tom talk to one another, the topic of romantic interests is rarely discussed. When it is, you both give short answers that lead to a dead end and a change of subject. Neither of you have spoken one word about your feelings or non-feelings for the other. So once again, miscommunication and obliviousness is the true villain.

Eventually you decide on, “I’ll definitely think about it.” with an equally awkward shoulder bump to lighten the mood.

For the first time ever, neither of you can think of what to say. This is more shocking for Tom than it is for you. He can see that something is bothering you, but he can’t exactly pinpoint what it is. Did Jamie get under your skin? Did his teammate make you that uncomfortable? Or could it possibly be the same reason you haven’t so much as sent him a measly emoji for the past 3 days?

Tom can’t kid himself. He knows exactly what’s wrong. What he doesn’t understand is why that’s what’s wrong. You’re the one that asked him to kiss you, but he can’t help feeling like maybe there’s something he did. Tom has thought about it so much, the details begin to get fuzzy. Maybe he was the one that escalated things. What if you just wanted a small peck? What if you’re upset because of how abruptly he left?

For three whole days, this is all he could think about. Like a scratched record, over and over and over again. How did he ruin something before it even began?

You clear your throat, “Alright, um, I guess I’m going back to my room now. I should probably catch up on some sleep.”

Tom know he needs to talk to you. He quickly spits out the first thing that pops into his head, “Uh, d-do you think I can go with you? I don’t want to be alone when the test scores are posted.”

That wasn’t a lie. Tom is a little more worried than he likes to lead on, and not because he’s afraid of not getting to play. His intelligence has always been something that’s made him insecure. He would trade being athletic and being good with people for being intelligent any day of the week. That’s why Tom has always been so charmed by you. You can figure out the toughest problems within minutes. He knows that you’re unaware of how much he truly admires you, but you’ve been his favorite person at this school long before he worked up the courage to talk to you.

“You can still sleep and I can watch a movie with the volume down. You won’t even know I’m there.” He pleads subtly.

Alarms begin to go off in your brain, a foreign sensation twisting around in your stomach. Maybe it’s because of what happened last time he was in your room. Or maybe it’s because you wouldn’t completely mind if it happened again. Regardless of what’s causing that feeling, you agree because it’s Tom. How could you say no?

As you both take the same route you took almost every day for the past 2 weeks, you cross your arms over your chest. “So, what’s code pink?”

Tom lets his head hang as he chuckles, the sound inevitably bringing a smile to your face. “Crazy ex.” He explains simply whilst twirling his finger near his temple. “She had Harrison cornered in the bathroom.”

You laugh at how bizarre the situation sounds. “Why didn’t he just call Gen?” You wonder out loud.

“Because she’s scary protective. I’ve seen that girl bite off all 10 acrylics when she thought she heard someone purposely misgender Hayden.” He says with all seriousness.

The two of you continue to joke about the code pink incident for a bit, but the rest of the conversation on the walk to your dorm is light with only slight hints of awkwardness. You’re hoping that’s a good sign.

When you get there, Tom sticks to his word. You lie in bed, admittedly drifting off the sleep easier than before now that you’re in his presence, as he sits at your desk and attempts to pay attention to the movie playing on his laptop. The light sound of your snores and occasional stirring are more captivating than this movie he’s seen hundreds of times. He can’t help but gaze, silently admiring all of your features. When he wasn’t thinking about how you always look so beautiful or how amazingly sexist Grease actually is, he was thinking of a way to address what happened. Tom is unconvinced that he didn’t do anything wrong.

“We really need to talk about the other night.” You mumble, waking up after feeling his eyes bore into you.

Tom’s skin crawls a little bit, not realizing you were awake. He immediately pauses the movie and straightens his posture, thanking his lucky stars you said something first. He watches as you fiddle with a loose thread on your blanket, struggling to meet his eyes. Maybe he shouldn’t be thanking his stars just yet.

“I-I agree. I’ve been meaning to mention it.” He moves the conversation along.

You sit there in silence despite rehearsing in your head exactly how you would do this for multiples days. All of your mixed emotions are boiling over and you can already taste the saltiness of a tear running down your lips.

You wipe your face subtly before sitting up, the blanket still wrapped around you. It makes you feel somewhat secure while you indulge in the most vulnerable situation you’ve ever put yourself in.

“I’m just… confused. I know you probably are too. Do you, uh, have any questions?”

Tom cuts to the chase, “Did I do something wrong?”

Your heart shatters. You’ve made such a mess. The last thing you wanted was for someone as sweet as Tom to feel this way. “No. You did everything right.” Your voice cracks.

“Then what happened?”

You bring your knees up to your chest, desperately choking back sobs. “I shouldn’t have asked y-you to kiss me.” You finally admit out loud. Tom is, of course, undeniably hurt. How could the highlight of his week be the most regrettable decision of yours? Although his heart aches, he stays quiet and lets you finish your explanation.

You wipe away the tears flowing freely down your face, “I’ve never had a day like that before. No one has ever taken the time to do anything like that for me. I th-think I just got so caught up in how happy you made me feel that I didn’t care that I was about to make a stupid decision.”

Tom fights the lump is his throat as he tries his best to maintain a neutral facial expression. He gulps before asking, “Why, uh, why was kissing me a stupid decision?”

You shrug sheepishly, “Because you’re you and I’m me.”

It was a simple sentence, a simple explanation. At least you thought so. Tom couldn’t fathom what you mean by that though. As a matter of fact, Tom never understands when you make comments like that.

“…Yeah, you’re you. I’m me, Harrison is Harrison, and Robert Pattinson is one fine specimen.” Tom jokes.

You giggle through your fresh tears and bury your face in the pillow, “I’m being serious.” You voice is muffled.

“I’m being serious too.” Tom scoots the chair closer to your bed and closes the space between both of you. He gently removes the pillow and places his hands on either side of your face. “What about who we are makes kissing me a stupid decision?” He reiterates.

“We just don’t run in the same circles. Somehow almost everyone on campus knows who you are and only a handful of people know me… and that’s because of you.” You laugh incredulously. “We wouldn’t work. Plus, ya know, there’s still Harry and Jamie and all of your other groupies—”

Tom chuckles and cuts you off, “Why do you always bring up Jamie?”

You furrow your brows like it wasn’t obvious. “Because you two have some weird thing going on.”

“No we don’t.” Tom insists.

You roll your eyes, “Yes you do.”

“No we don’t!”

“Yes you do!”

“What makes you think that?” He crosses his arms.

You stare at Tom for a few seconds, almost unsure if he was joking around or not. Judging by his demeanor and the smug ‘I gotcha there’ look on his face, he’s 100% serious. You toss your hair back and clear your throat, prepared to give the performance of a lifetime.

You make big puppy dog eyes and jut out your lower lip, “Oh, Tommy! How could we ever lose with YOU on the team?! With your big, strong muscles and that cute little face.”

Tom lets out a wheezy laugh as you practically crawl on top of him, imitating Jamie. You dramatically run your hands all over his chest, biceps, and then up to his hair.

“And you look SO sexy, especially with your hair pushed back. Y/n, you nerdy, disgusting waste of space, why don’t you tell Tom how sexy he looks with his hair pushed back?!”

“Okay, okay. Maybe she has a little crush on me.” Tom admits through his laughter. “But Regina George? Really?”

You begin to laugh along with him, “Yes! That’s exactly who she reminds me of.”

“That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

“She broke my nose, Tom.” You deadpan, making him laugh even harder.

You watch his face scrunch up and the tiny crinkles next to his eyes form as his melodic laughter fills your room. Neither of you have realized that you’re straddling him while he has already comfortably placed his hands on your waist, rubbing you gently with his thumbs.

“And it’s still beautiful.” Tom taps your nose with his index finger. “Like you.”

He takes a moment to look into your eyes, trying to find the right words to say. You stare right back, not thinking of anything really. You’re just enjoying this moment, his smell, his touch— before it’ll inevitably get ripped away from you.

“I don’t think our kiss was a stupid decision. It’s actually the best thing that’s happened to me in a while.” Tom admits to you. You’re shocked to say the least.

“If you still like Harry, that’s okay. I just want you to know that I don’t care about circles. I don’t care about what the team thinks or what my friends might say. And I definitely don’t care about Jamie’s opinion on the fact.”

You subconsciously grip the back of his shirt, his words making your heart race. “What fact?”

Tom smirks, but it doesn’t hold the usual teasing undertones. There’s a sparkle behind his eyes and a calmness in his voice.

“The fact that I think you’re the most gorgeous person to graze the earth. You’re on my mind all the time. I go to sleep and wake up thinking about you. I look forward to studying because it means spending more time with you. The fact that the sound of your voice is my new favorite song. When you walk into a room, you’re the only person I see. The only person I would ever want to see. Y/n, I’ve liked you for a really long time now. I know I might not hold a candle to Harry Osborn, but the slight chance that you could possibly like me back is what’s keeping me going.”

You’re speechless. Every thought is burdening your mind, but not a single word can make its way out of your mouth. Tom sits there with your waist still in his hands, the gentle smirk still on his lips as his eyes search yours for an answer. It’s like a school bus was just lifted off of your chest. You didn’t realize how badly the fear of humiliation and rejection were holding you back from admitting what you feel for Tom. But now that he’s said the exact words you can only dream of someone saying to you, you’re free. You can finally let yourself blush around him. You can let yourself hold his hand without making excuses for him. You can finally confess that you felt the entire universe, in its beauty, coursing through your veins that night he kissed you. You like Tom. Slowly, yet so quickly at the same time, he’s managed to chip away at the walls you had up. You have absolutely no reason to believe anything other than what he just told you. So, yes, you’re free. You finally let go.

“Tom, I-”

“You don’t have to-”

You both interrupt one another. The two of you share a shy laugh before Tom lightly taps on your waist, signaling you to go first. You look into his honey drenched eyes and caress the side of his face. “Tom-”

You’re once again interrupted by an alert going off on his phone. You can feel his body tense up underneath you as his smile falters. “That should be the test scores.” He says lowly, anxiety almost immediately radiating off of his body.

You hold his hands in yours for a moment to try calming him down, “You passed. I know your tutor, so there’s no way you didn’t.” You joke.

Tom leans his head back on the chair and chuckles, “So conceited.”

“No, but seriously. You worked your ass off for this. You passed. You’re going to play tonight. You’re going to kick some ass. And I’m gonna watch the whole thing from the stands while I wear your jersey.”

His eyes light up like a child who was gifted a new puppy, “You’ll wear it?!”

You can’t help the burning sensation on your cheeks after seeing someone so excited over you. “Of course I will, because you’ve been the only thing on my mind since the day we met. I like you too, Tom.”

With no warning, Tom shoots up from his seat with you still tight in his grip. You yelp as you instinctively wrap your legs around his torso. You both laugh into one another as he spins around in triumph. “Oh thank god! Saying all that was the scariest thing I’ve ever done in my life.” He huffs, his accent a little more evident as he releases a breath he accidentally held in for too long.

He sets you down carefully with a giant smile plastered on his face. “You would’ve had me fooled.” You chuckle, “Now it’s time for the second scariest thing.”

You hand him his phone, encouraging him to take a look at his test score. Tom closes his eyes and takes a slow, deep breath as he confidently slips his free hand into yours. “3..2..1.” He whispers a countdown.

You watch nervously as his eyes dart back and forth over the screen. Moments go by until he finally looks at you, his face nearly expressionless which only adds to your anxiety. You give his hand a small shake, silently urging him to spit it out. “I’m sorry, Y/n.” He mutters.

Fuck. You let your shoulders drop and you feel a slight sting in your heart. “No, Tom. I’m so sorry. I should’ve taught you better or maybe spent more time on-”

“Y/n, I’m sorry…” Tom cuts you off, “but you’re going to look so good with my number on your back.”

A smug grin curls its way onto his lips as he flips his phone around for you to see. Not only did he pass his test, he passed the entire unit with a solid B+. There’s no doubt that if you both continue working together, he’ll have an A by the end of the semester. However, you worry about lesson plans later. Right now, you’re so ecstatic for Tom that you let out a loud triumphant cheer as you roughly shake his shoulders back and forth. He laughs at your excitement, pulling you into a tight hug.

“I’m so proud of you, Tom! I knew you could do it.”

“It wouldn’t have been possible without you.”

The hug lasts for a few more seconds, and you take it all in as he rubs soft circles on your lower back. When you pull apart, your faces are only inches away from one another. You smile lovingly before finally making the first move and connecting your lips to his. No regrets this time.

Tom’s arms envelop impossibly tighter around your waist while your hands find their way to his curly hair. You can’t help the soft moans that spill from your mouth. The feeling of finally letting yourself feel is almost too much. Carefully, Tom moves you back towards your bed before lowering you down, now hovering over you. You decide to just go the full nine yards by skillfully inserting your tongue into his mouth. Judging by the sounds he let out and the feeling of his knees buckling above you, it’s safe to say he didn’t mind that gesture. Feeling more confident now, you wrap your legs around his torso and you attempt to pull him down so that his weight is actually pressing against you, but he doesn’t budge. In fact, much to your dismay, Tom breaks the kiss completely.

“Wow uh, not that I don’t LOVE this assertive Y/n, there’s just a lot I need to do to prep for the game.”

You blush shyly at the slight plump you’ve already given his lips. A part of you feels like that was a little too much, but the other part says that wasn’t nearly enough. Nonetheless, you shake it off and clear your throat. “Right. I have another class soon anyway.”

“Don’t worry though.” Tom tells you, “We’ll have plenty of time to pick up where we left off at the big celebration party tonight.”

He slowly leans in for another kiss when you scoff. “Don’t you have to actually win and get into the playoffs first before you can celebrate that?” You ask, mockingly repeating the same words he used earlier that morning.

Tom rolls his eyes, but can’t stop the smile from forming on his lips. He playfully palms your forehead before pushing you back down onto your bed. The two of you share a laugh before saying your goodbyes for the time being. Tom makes sure to leave his extra jersey in your room and just like that, he’s off for the day.

You lay back down in bed, shamelessly giggling and squealing like you’re in middle school. Your face hurts from smiling so much. You look at his jersey draped nicely over your chair and sigh. Sure you both confessed your feelings, but nothing is official quite yet. You’re usually not one to count your eggs before they hatch but…

“Friends to lovers trope. Check.”

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WOW that was a long break I took there haha. Sorry for being so inactive, I’m slowly getting my life together lmao. I hope you all enjoy this chapter tho! Only one or two more left!! No promises, but I’ll try staying a little more consistent for the rest of this series.

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