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#bring back that energy y'all had in 2018 i miss that
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High Society (Chapter 10)
~A Tom Holland AU Series~
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Tags: @imarypayne @sunshine112 @sleepwalkingdragon @supernatural-girl97 @vibhati123 @butithasntkilledyouyet @faefictions @carisi-sonny @trap-house-homiecide @shamelessbookaddict @tommydaspidey @oneblckcoffee
Inspiration: Y'all know by now!!!
Warnings: Mentions of murder, language warning, mentions of gang crime and violence, mentions of teenage pregnancy
Notes: Thoughts, thoughts, thoughts??? The next chapter coming out is going to be the murderer reveal so be prepared guys!! I want to know all of your thoughts about who killed Imogen in the comments or my messages and asks are open too!!
~~~Friday 21st December 2018~~~
The end of term buzz around school was evidently pouring through the corridors, warming the smiles of every child here and brightening the teaching of every professor. You weren't surprised in the slightest that it wasn't mirrored in your own classroom. The hostile nature still hadn't left since the events of three weeks ago. Imogen's family were still investigating the robbery but were no closer to finding a suspect. Harrison had been forcing himself to act normal, slowly but surely distancing himself from the clutches of Imogen. Sam and Noah had still kept things private, only being seen together when you were at Tom's house and only together at all when they knew prying eyes weren't near. Lily had resulted to being a typical bitch, finding aquaintances with some people from the year below that were happy to follow her around like puppies and even managing to pick up a boyfriend at a local bar, a University student as you'd been told. Everyone was settling into this negative energy like it was nothing.
"Are you coming round tonight?" Tom asks, a question that had started to become a regular occurrence. You had managed to avoid the questions from your Dads by always telling them you were studying with Noah, or at gym, or trying out for the team, or sitting an out of hours test. There was always a reason and none of those reasons were ever true.
"I'd love to," You sigh, "But I need to go home before we leave for my grandparents. I brought your present to school though,"
"Then it's a good job I have yours too," He grins, patting the bulky shape of his rucksack.
It felt strange to be leaving for an entire month. You wouldn't be seeing the confines of these walls or the confines of this group for a full thirty days. How much would change by the time you returned?
"Who's excited for break mother fuckers?" Z grins as she walks into the room with more of a skip to her step than usual.
This was thankfully your last period of the day, one more hour and then you'd be leaving with certain cheers to signify the moment.
"Okay, folks," Mr Fitz calls order to the class, "It's time for your projects. Something about you, and something about someone else,"
"It's exposing time, boys," Harry laughs, flopping back in his chair.
"Well, Harry, would you like to begin?"
The first few are typical. Harry and Sam both say the same things about themselves and each other and have the same PowerPoint slides to back up their words. Noah and Zendaya speak about each other too, both exposing a definitely fake fact about the other. Harrison doesn't even have one completed - but he just claims it is down to special measures. Nobody questions it.
"Lily?" Mr Fitz calls and her heels click against the floor like the ticking down of a dreaded clock.
"Well, what don't you already know about me? I'm going to graduate at the top of this class, and I'm going to be more successful than all of you," Lily grins, shrugging her shoulders with oozing confidence, "Now, (Y/N), what don't they know about you?"
You see the way Tom clenches his jaw and the way fear courses through his veins for a lingering second.
"How about yours and Tom's pathetic relationship?" She cocks a brow, "Or what about this little gem,"
What she lifts out of her bag next makes you go weak.
"Why on earth would you have any use for a, pregnancy test, little miss perfect?" She chuckles, waving the empty box around, "Go on then, tell us the result,"
You see that Tom's eyes are on you and they're full of a mix of worry, panic and annoyance. Words fail you completely.
"That's enough now Lily, please sit down," Mr Fitz waves her off and she gladly takes her seat, "(Y/N), would you like to follow on from that?"
You look to Tom for a split second who is clearly hoping for a bit of an explanation but gets nothing as your chair scrapes against the cold tiles and you make the walk up to the front of the class. Everything had been prepared for yours. Down to the clicking of your presentation and the tone of your voice - it was when your perfectionism became too much.
"I guess I did have something planned but I can't really speak too much about that now," You begin, setting the papers down on the desk, "Lily, you're right. That was in my bag and I did take the test. If that's exposing something about myself then I'll take it. But, if I've learnt anything in the past months here, it's that all you care about is the face value. That's all this school runs off of. That test could be positive, negative or a completely false result. And it wouldn't change anything. You crave that single moment where you think you're better than me and the rest doesn't matter. So, Lily, what do you want me to say? I think you've already said enough,"
The silence settling over the group gives you an insentive to return to your seat, knowing your piece had been said already.
Tom doesn't even manage to say anything after that, but you know he wants you to feel his reassurance in in the way his hand squeezes yours under the table. Explanations could come later.
"Well, now that's over!" Imogen chirps, jumping up and spinning to face you all at the front of the room, "I don't really care for exposing myself but I do certainly have something I think you'd all be very excited to hear about,"
She clicks over the slide and shows a photo of Sam, laughing at his brother behind the camera.
"About six months ago, little Sammy here got himself into some trouble," She begins to explain, "What happened, kiddo?"
Sam is frozen in his spot. As are Tom and Harry.
"I'll proceed," She rolls her eyes, "You, mister, got yourself involved with a gang and..." The photo switches to one of a young boy, about your age with an innocence already echoing in his unknown features, "Wh-"
"You fucking bitch!" Tom yells, slamming his hand on the desk and standing up, "How is this any of your fucking business?"
"Mr Holland, please sit down," Mr Fitz begins and it is almost humorous that he thinks it is going to have any impact.
"I'm gonna fucking kill you!" Tom continues, "Keep your mouth shut and keep your ass out of our business!"
Imogen lets out a laugh and flicks her hair over her shoulder, everyone else stunned to a deathly silence.
Who was that boy?
"That's it, class dismissed," Mr Fitzgerald confirms, "Imogen, Sam and Tom, please stay behind,"
You all uncomfortably rise in the drastic turn of events and take your bags to leave. It takes more courage than necessary for you to glance back at Tom before you exit, whose eyes are still flaring with a built up anger you were fearful to see escape.
"(Y/N)," Harry starts when you walk away from the room, "It was Imogen who found that test. I saw her take it from your locker when you were in class. Before she gave it to Lily, I took out the actual test so they haven't seen the result," He takes it, wrapped in tissue, out of his bag, "I promise I didn't look,"
You can't help but release a fraction of the tension on your shoulders, "Thank you Harry,"
"And about that boy?" He begins, clearly questioning whether you wanted to know anymore, "Sam got himself involved in that same gang as Harrison. He tried using it as an escape when he felt really alone. And he became one of them,"
You stop in your tracks when you two reach the stairs, taking a seat on one of the lower ones.
"That boy was someone that that gang didn't like. They forced Sam into helping them finally give him 'justice'. And, one night, they jumped him when he was coming back from work," Harry continues, completely transparent with you now, "And they just attacked him, it was brutal and pure evil. Sam promises me he never laid a finger on him, but he's never forgiven himself for walking away,"
"How did Imogen know about that?" You frown, feeling a shudder cross your spine as you pictured that young face that had been on the screen.
"I don't know, that girl knows far too much than is good for her," Harry sighs, dragging a hand through his untamed curls, "I should go, they're just coming out,"
You glance up and notice Imogen, Tom and Sam all leaving the class. Tom has clearly relaxed but still doesn't look himself, Sam looks like a rabbit in headlights and Imogen shows no sign of remorse for what she'd just done. It made your blood boil.
"Is this seat taken?" Tom's voice is croaky and far from the warm tone you were falling in love with.
"It is now," You smile, watching as he sits down in the empty shadow where his brother had just been, "Are you-"
"Okay?" He smirks, "God no. But Sam's just thankful nobody heard anything more so that's good,"
"Harry told me what happened," You admit. Would he be annoyed for you getting involved in their business?
"It saves me the trouble. I was going to tell you, it's just not the best conversation to start having," He admits, dragging a hand over his face.
"I guess that's what it was like with the test," You mumble, your fingers brushing over the rough ply of the tissue that concealed it, "I didn't know when I could ever start to bring something like that up,"
"You know whatever it says, I'll be-"
"T," You stop him, placing your hand over his, "I didn't even take the test. I know I'm not pregnant. After we, you know, I started overthinking it all and so I bought a test. But I know I'm not pregnant,"
Tom visibly relaxes and lets out a slight laugh, "Well, that class was a complete disaster then,"
You chuckle with him, "What a way to end the term,"
"No," Tom stops you, "We don't even know if you're coming back next term, so I don't want that to be your last memory of this place."
He rummages in his bag and pulls out your present, you following suit and grabbing his too. Your hands found the clearly hand wrapped present and he did the same to the box you'd given him. Watching to see his reaction, you're thankful when you see him pull out the pair of boxing gloves with a beaming smile on his face.
"(y/n) these are amazing!" He exclaims, turning them round to see the artistic doodles that all had some small relation to him, "Where did you even get these?"
"Well, I designed them myself and then my Dad knew someone and they made them properly," You explain, a weight releasing as you see the excitement on his face, "Can I open mine now?"
Tom nods, less eager than before as he watches you with a bubbling anxiety, "If you don't like it I ca-"
You bring your hands up and hold up the glistening piece in the catching sunlight echoing in quiet corridors. In your view, dangles a petite silver chain, decorated by a small pendant of two boxing gloves wrapped around each other that swung gently in your released breath.
"T, this is-" You begin but the teats pooling in your eyes erase all focus from your words, "It's perfect, thank you,"
You see him visibly relax and he reaches out to clip it around your neck, his fingers grazing gently over your skin, "Since you're not going to see me for a month, I figured you'd need something to remember me by,"
"We're not dying Thomas," You laugh, easing the romantic tension, "I'm sure you could live without me for that long,"
"Are you kidding?" He chuckles, "You don't even know if you're coming back here after Christmas!"
You look down for a moment to your hands and focus on the wrapping paper that had fallen to Tom's feet.
"God, if Imogen wasn't here, everything would be a damn sight easier, right?" He shakes his head and you realise how much of an impact that girl had on him.
From his brother, to someone who might as well be his brother, to you; she'd affected you all. And, in turn, she'd left a deep set hatred for her in Tom's heart.
"Don't think about that, or her, or anything," You nudge him, finding comfort in the way his arm rises instinctively to wrap around you, "Let me just enjoy this school for another few minutes,"
He squeezes you towards him and the two of you stare out at the dead corridors, with their fallen air and settled distress.
And, for a moment, you forget all of the lies and deceit that they hold. Only for a moment.
~~~Wednesday 30th January 2019~~~
"You learnt a very important story during your time away at Christmas, Miss (y/l/n), what was that?" The woman asks and you were sure you'd been in this room for hours on end by now.
"My Dads always told me that, when I felt ready, they would tell me about my mum and the family I had before they adopted me," You begin, your hand instinctively reaching for the boxing glove pendant around your neck, fiddling with it across the cold metal chain, "So, when we were away for the holidays, I decided to finally ask them more about it. I wanted to know who my mum was,"
"And can you confirm what they told you?" She raises her brows and you know she's thankful for this twist in events.
"They told me that my mum was young when she had me. And, when I was born, her other daughter wasn't even a year old. In fact, we would've been in the same school year,"
"Even more important, you were in the same school year, weren't you (Y/N)?"
"When I asked about my half sister, they told me her name was Imogen. And she was the reason they wanted me out of that school," You confirm, the thought still forcing goose pimples onto your skin, "That's why I couldn't hate her. She was my fucking sister,"
You see the woman wince at your words, "Why are you so angry about that? She's family, no?"
"I was born into a life that I wasn't wanted in at all. I was a complete accident and my own mother dreaded the thought of having me," You snap, gripping onto your necklace with whitening knuckles, "Imogen grew up with a life that I was completely dismissed from. I didn't hate her, but I couldn't just accept that,"
"When did Imogen learn of this news? Did you contact her over the break?"
"I didn't speak to her," You shake your head, "Not until the night of the winter ball,"
"And by the night of the winter ball, you mean the night that Imogen, your own recently-discovered sister, was murdered?"
"Yes."
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