Is This Seat Taken Pt.2

is this seat taken pt.2

a/n: this is a lot longer than i expected it to be and it took me almost the entire afternoon so hope it doesn’t flop like everything else :(

pairing: frat!fuckboy!tom x reader

warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, oral (fem. receiving), fluff

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pt.1 | pt.2

You walked into the dimly-lit home, music and chatter of people pounding in your ears. It smelled awfully of alcohol and sweat. Out on the lawn, people were throwing up their guts, while inside, people were grinding on one another. 

Your friends had convinced you to come. Unlike yourself, they loved to party and let loose, so when you told them about the invitation, they didn’t hesitate to say yes. 

Now that you were there, you started to regret it. Your friends had already left you to go hook up with some guys or get themselves drunk. You, on the other hand, tried to squeeze your way through the crowd. Only wearing a maroon bralette and light washed shorts, you wrestled off guys trying to grab you.

A wave of relief washed over you as you saw the kitchen, an empty yet messy room. You slid into the room, leaning against the counter, sighing. You looked over at the trunk of drinks and went to see if there were any non-alcoholic drinks in it. Surprisingly, there were many cans of soda and water bottles. You dug your hand into the box of ice, pulling out a bottle of cold water.

“I guess I must be irresistible, then,” a familiar British voice came from behind you.

You jumped in shock, turning around quickly to see the boy who invited you to the party.

“No, not really. My friends just dragged me here,” you explained.

“Ouch, that hurts,” his eyes scanned over your figure, “and that is hot,” he said shamelessly.

You slapped his bicep, “Eyes up here, div.”

“Div? Alright then, princess,” he smirked before playfully bowing.

You rolled your eyes, turning away, “Don’t you have to go find a girl to fuck? I’m pretty sure you won’t find one here.”

“Yeah, I guess there are no girls in here,” he placed his chin between his index finger and thumb. You glared at him. “Kidding, kidding. Honestly, I’d rather just hang with you.”

“I’d rather not, so I’m gonna go,” you started towards the door when a hand grabbed your wrist.

“Come on, stay. I’m not just some stupid fucker, I swear.”

Realizing you had no where to go, you groaned, “Fine, but you’re going to have to be my entertainment tonight. I’m not going to let my phone die,” you looked at your percentage, 27%, “About that, do you have a charger I could borrow?”

“Yeah, I’ve got one in my room, but we’re going to need to be up there if you want to charge it.”

“That’s fine, but no funny business,” you pointed a finger at him, gaining a chuckle from him.

“I know, now let’s go,” he laughed.

Tom led you up the stairs, maneuvering past the drunks. He opened a door to a clean room filled with fresh air. It had grey walls and to match them, a queen sized bed with a simple grey duvet. In the corner, there was a desk with books, papers, and a laptop placed on it. Posters of Marvel characters, mostly Spider-Man, and plays decorated the room.

“This is your room?” You asked, awestruck.

“Yup, I like to keep it clean, unlike the other boys,” as you stood in the room, still looking around, he snatched your phone out of your hand and placed it on his desk, charging it, “You can sit where ever you’d like. I’m pretty sure your cleaner than anything in this house, so be my guest to sit on my bed.”

Still looking around, you plopped yourself on the edge of the bed. The soft fabric gently rubbed against your skin and you sunk into the comfort of the mattress.

“So, are we gonna talk or are you gonna keep admiring my room?” He asked, feeling a sense of pride as he watched you survey his abode.

“Oh, right. It’s just such a nice room,” your eyes sparkled with content.

He chuckled, “Yeah, I’ve got that. Now pay attention to me.”

Your gaze traveled to him. You noticed his curls were messily assorted on his head and a loose curl hung above his forehead. His chocolate brown eyes were watching you with admiration. The line of his jaw was very defined, and he was fairly muscular.

“Eyes up here, darling,” he quoted your response from before.

You looked up and blushed, mumbling a quiet ‘sorry.’

“It’s alright, darling, found it quite cute, actually,” you were surely red now, “Let’s play a game. Truth or dare?”

“Uhm, yeah, sure.”

“Great, then truth or dare?”

The game started innocently, with simple questions like, “What’s your favorite color,” or “What are your hobbies?” Then, it escalate to, “How many people have you fucked,” or “Is there anyone you’d like to fuck that is here, at this party?” Tom had asked you that question and you sat, flustered.

You had an answer in mind, but you didn’t want to say it. You’d learned so much about him over a couple hours, and ever since you looked at him, you started to notice specific details in his features.

“So, is there?” He nudged your shoulder, winking at you.

“Yes,” you whispered, avoiding his gaze.

“What? Who?” He looked at you intently.

“Isn’t it my turn to ask the questions?”

“Okay, then I choose dare.”

“I-I dare you to,” you hesitated, “Idareyoutokissme.”

He stared at you, shock glazing his features.

“I should go,” you said, quickly standing up.

“No, wait,” he pulled you onto his lap, smashing his lips on yours.

At first, your eyes were wide open, but as he continued, you melted into the kiss, following along. The kiss was passionate. His hands roamed your body, occasionally squeezing your ass. You pulled away, pushing him down on the bed.

“Do you want this as much as I do?”

Without answering, you yanked his shirt, signaling him to take it off. He listened and tore it off. You ground your hips on his, moaning at the sensation. His hands massaged your breasts before pulling off the bralette, revealing your hard nipples. The pad of his thumbs teasingly rubbed the sensitive buds, making you let out a loud moan.

He flipped you over, placing you beneath him. His mouth engulfed your left breast, tongue swirling around your nipple. He groped the other breast with his hand. Slowly, his mouth moved to kiss down the center of your torso. Once, he was above the waistband of your shorts, he skipped down to your inner thighs. 

“Tom,” you whined.

He chuckled, sending vibrations up your leg. Your hips rose, trying to put pressure on your clit. He looked up at you and began to pull off your shorts. There was a visible patch of wetness in your maroon panties. His finger gently stroked it, making you jump at the sensation. He gently kissed your inner thighs once again, but inching closer to spot you needed it most. When he finally reached it, he lightly licked it and pulled away.

You groaned and begged, “Please, Tommy, I need you.”

He grabbed your panties, sliding them down your legs, taking his time. He threw them to the side, completely disregarding them. His hands pushed your legs apart, allowing him to drop in front of your dripping pussy. His lips attached to your swollen clit, sucking on it. Your back arched off the mattress, moaning with pleasure. He licked up your wet slit, swirling your clit and watched as you writhed. 

“Fuck, I need you in me, please,” you begged breathlessly. 

Tom lifted himself off of you, pulling his pants and boxers off. His cock sprung out, some veins popping out of it. You stared at the size of it, afraid it wouldn’t fit.

“Don’t worry, love, just tell me if you’re uncomfortable and I’ll stop,” he said reassuringly.

He climbed over you, collecting your wetness with his tip. Slowly, he slid into you, groaning at your tightness. He began to increase speed as your moans grew more vocal.

“You feel so good, darling.”

“Fuck, Tommy,” you moaned.

“Feels so good when you squeeze me, baby,” he bent down to kiss your neck.

“I’m gonna cum,” you yelped.

“Cum for me, love,” he whispered in your ear, urging you on.

You let out a loud moan, shaking with pleasure as you came. He pulled out, instructing you to open your mouth and he let his cum fall into your mouth. You swallowed his load as he dropped beside you.

“That was amazing, princess,” he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead, holding your bare body against his.

“Goodnight, Tommy,” you said yawning as you cuddled his chest.

“Goodnight, love,” his eyes fluttered shut.

After a while of waiting, you felt Tom’s breathing steady and his movement lessen. 

You looked up, ensuring that he was asleep and whispered, “I think I’m falling for you, but I’m afraid of getting hurt.”

You felt him shift beside you and your breath caught in your throat. You crossed your fingers, hoping he hadn’t heard you.

To your dismay, his hoarse voice replied, “I think I’m falling for you, too. I’d never hurt you, love.”

Your eyes were stuck shut, pretending to be asleep to hide your embarrassment. He caught the gist and chuckled, stroking your hair before falling asleep with you still in his arms.

can u write a imagine where tom and the reader are having a romantic convo while cuddling the day before valentine days and tom accidently spills what he bought for her for valentines day

cheesy spoilers

a/n: this is kind of short, but i hope you enjoy it... i don’t know if the gift i inserted was good because i’m not much a valentine’s person... enjoy xx

warnings: swearing, fluff, tom the living spoiler

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pt.1 | pt.2

Tom held you in his large, muscular arms, your face pressed against his chest. The two of you were laying in bed, talking restlessly the day before Valentine’s Day.

“Falling in love with you was the second best thing that happened to me,” he whispered.

“Second? Excuse you?” You tipped your head up to look at the brunette.

“But meeting you was the first,” he finished.

“Ew, you’re so cheesy,” your hand reached up to squish his cheek.

“You love me, though,” he turned his head in attempt to bite your hand.

“Ay! I do love you, but you’re such a div most of the time.”

“Who’s the one who does the dishes, washes the dirty laundry, and cleans the house?”

“Me,” you replied, eyebrows furrowed.

“That’s true, but who works their arse off to impress you and make you feel loved? Who bought you a dozen of roses and a promise ring to show their dedication?” He teased, poking at your sides. Your movement ceased, and you looked up at him, “What?” He asked, chuckling before realizing he had spoiled his own surprise. “Fuck, shit. Y-You didn’t hear anything,” his large hands cupped your ears, shushing you. 

“Tommy,” you pulled his hands from your ears, “you’re so precious. Thank you so much. You shouldn’t’ve,” you pressed your body even further into his, arms wrapping around his buff body.

He smiled softly, gently squeezing you, “I love you and I don’t think I’ll ever stop. I will always be here to protect you, through thick and thin. You’re forever in my mind. You’ll never be alone, Y/N.”

Tears filled your eyes, “I-I don’t know what to say. How did I end up with such a good boyfriend?” You felt wet drops falling down your face.

“Oh, don’t cry, darling,” his hand was stroking your back.

“This is your fault,” you giggled over your tears, “I probably look so stupid right now.”

“No, you look gorgeous. You always look gorgeous,” he said softly, kissing your head.

“Stop, this is too soft for me,” you whined. “I love you, but you set me off sometimes.”

He rolled his eyes, “You do, too, which makes us perfectly compatible. Classic opposites attract.” You yawned, starting to feel the time catching up to you. “Let’s get some rest. Tomorrow’s going to be a big day.”

“Alright, Tommy. Goodnight. I love you,” your voice wobbling.

“Goodnight, love.”

With one final kiss to your head, he drifted off into a peaceful sleep while you were already in a deep slumber, dreaming about your future with Tom.

this acc is flopping; please tell me how to improve 😔

intelligence

a/n: my first dramione fic !!! woo hoo,,, don’t attack me for shipping it, i just do... enjoy xx

pairing: draco malfoy x hermione granger

warnings: fLUFF

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Hermione had gone to the library for leisure reading. She wandered into a dimly lit isle, looking for New Theory of Numerology by Lukas Karuzos. Her eyes scanned over the shelves of books, spotting the dark brown material with gold detailing. She grabbed the book and found a seat near the grand windows.

Draco walked into the library, not looking for anything in particular. As always, Crabbe and Goyle were trailing after him. He told the two to find a table while he went off to look for Advanced Potion-Making by Lubatius Borage.

Compared to his friends, Draco quite enjoyed learning, more so Potions. His grades were spectacular and he was very intelligent although he made it seem like he didn’t care about school.

Draco found the book in no time, seeing he would look for that book for majority of the time when he was at the library. He decided to take a longer route back to his table, not wanting to have to deal with Crabbe and Goyle. 

The two morons weren’t like Draco, knowledge wise. Their grades were below average, and even Draco believed that the two were going backwards instead of forward. He didn’t care much, though, they were only like henchmen to him.

As he strolled through the library, he saw the silhouette of a female with messy curls sitting alone near the windows. He recognized who it was immediately. Her hair was a big give away.

Draco didn’t know how, but he was suddenly standing in front of her.

“Granger,” he acknowledged.

She jumped in surprise, looking up to see the blonde, “Malfoy.”

“Mind if I sit here?” His arm rested on the chair across of her and she looked at him with questioning eyes.

Her brown eyes sparkled in the light as she looked at him. His eyes were an enchanting silver, but cold and sad.

Breaking her gaze, she looked around the library, expecting for something to come out at her, and simply stated, “It’s no going to work.”

“What’s going to work?” His eyebrows furrowed.

“Whatever your plan is,” she looked around and loudly said, “you can come out now. I know you’re there.”

Nobody came out. She only received glares and shushes from other students.

“I don’t have a plan, Granger. I’m just asking for a seat,” Draco looked at her as if she were mental.

Still wary, she let him sit, but she constantly looked around her, staying alert the entire time.

“Why are you sitting with me?” 

“Well, if you haven’t noticed, I’d like to sit with someone with at least a smidge of intelligence, and frankly, Crabbe and Goyle don’t fit the requirements,” he said, watching her hair messily swaying as her head turned.

Finally, she looked at him, “So you really don’t have a plan to mess my teeth up again?”

The image of her front two teeth growing to an abnormal length appeared in his thoughts and he chuckled slightly before replying, “No. Although, it was pretty funny.”

“Says the boy who became a ferret,” she snapped.

He grimaced at thought. Being dropped from such a height multiple times hurt his normal body as much as it did to his smaller one. 

Hermione noticed his reaction and immediately apologized, even though he deserved it. 

They sat in silence for a while, reading their books. They enjoyed the warmth coming from the other. Hermione had tied her hair into a messy ponytail, keeping the bushy locks out of her face. Draco noticed the change and admired her features, but quickly looked away shunning himself for doing so.

Once they finished their books, which didn’t take a much time, they awkwardly sat there, still not talking, but acknowledging the others presence. Draco was the first to start a conversation. They talked to each other, teasing each other occasionally. They learned more about the other person and started to warm up to them. 

“As much as I’d like to keep talking to you,” Draco stood from his seat, “we’ve should get back to our dormitories.” 

Neither of them had noticed they’d been talking for hours. The sun had already set and the library had already been emptied of students.

“Yeah,” she stood and grabbed her bag, “we should.”

“Would you like some company in putting your book back?” Draco offered, putting an arm out for her to grab.

She giggled, wrapping her arm around his, “What a gentleman.”

They took their time to get to the isles and place their books back. They didn’t want this to end.

“Hermione?” Her eyes fluttered up to his liquid silver orbs, “would you want to do this another time? Like meet up here and just talk?”

“I would love to, Draco,” his eyes light up and, to her surprise, he pulled her into a tight hug.

In the moments they were in each others arms, everything around them seemed to have disappeared and time stopped. She fit perfectly in between his arms. When they broke apart, they locked gazes, eyes filled with affection. They walked out of the library hand in hand and took one long glance at each other before parting their separate ways.

When Hermione turned the corner, she giggled, hugging herself. She could still feel the warmth from his body as his arms were wrapped around her. 

When Draco turned the corner, he leaned against the cold walls, sighing loudly. Her scent lingered on him and he inhaled, savoring it. He felt his insides tickle with content.

Both of them fell asleep that night, feeling contempt. Their dreams filled of fantasies of them being together.

Could you do 9, 45 and 50 🥺👉🏽👈🏽

cruel envy v.1

a/n: i had a couple different ideas for this, but this is my final product... hopefully this is what you imagined it to be, i gave it a fluffy ending soooo... enjoy xx

pairing: fwb!tom x reader

warnings: angst, jealous tommy, lots of swearing, floof ending

italics is flashback / tom’s thought

different pov version (’you’)

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9. “You’re in love with her.”

45. “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

50. “Why are you so jealous?”

Tom paced around his flat, consulting with Harrison.

Tom started to feel possessive of her, and when he heard about her date, he almost burst of anger. He didn’t understand why. He thought it was because he saw her as a younger sister but in reality, it would be weird for the two of them to be fucking. 

“I don’t understand it, Haz. Why do I feel this way? She should be able to date others and I shouldn’t be fazed by it,” Tom winced at the idea of her holding and laughing with someone other than himself.

“Honestly, mate, it’s quite obvious. You’re just too much of a div to see it,” Haz replied with a roll of his eyes.

“What’s so obvious?”

“It’s something you swore against when you guys decided to be fuck buddies,” the blonde sighed, remembering when Tom had told him about it. He would’ve never approved of such if he knew beforehand, knowing it could destroy their friendship.

“Something we swore against? C’mon, mate, I’m already as stressed as it is. Just tell me what it is,” Tom was tugging his curls in frustration.

“You’re in love with her, you div.”

“In love with her?” The boy spluttered, “T-That’s not possible. We swore not to, so how could I have? I made that rule.”

“Well, it’s a matter of accepting the truth or not. It’s obvious that you have feelings for the girl. Almost everyone can tell. You’re just too oblivious to tell your own feelings. Bloody hell, Y/N has liked you forever. Imagine how heartbroken she was when you told her about the rule, and now here you are, falling for her,” Haz slapped his forehead.

She stood ahead of him, held slightly tilted as the brunette stood in her doorway. He hadn’t said a word to her yet, but he replayed the interaction with Harrison in his head. 

“What’s up, Tom?” The girl asked, concerned for her frozen friend.

“Can I come in?” He finally spoke, avoiding her gaze.

“Sure,” she stood to the side, allowing him to step in. She closed the door after him, “Are you all right? You look kind of pale,” her eyes surveyed his face.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he took a deep breath, “I’m just shocked. That’s all.”

“Well then, make yourself at home. I’ve got to get ready for my date,” Y/N softly smiled, a blush rising on her cheeks.

Tom’s breath hitched, mumbling under his breath, “A date?”

Somehow, she had heard him, and replied, “Yeah, in about 2 hours. I’m super excited! This is our second date. He’s a really good guy, you’ll love him.”

He didn’t reply. His fists were clenched and ears were turning a bright red. His core clenched with jealousy.

“Do I mean nothing to you? Just a stupid fuck? Someone to get off with?” He finally burst. All the bottled up anger he had felt ever since her first date with the mystery man erupted within him.

“What? Where’s all of this coming from? You’re my best friend, not some quick fuck!” She was shocked at Tom’s outburst.

“Doesn’t seem like it to me. Here you are, getting ready to fuck with some other guy and leaving me behind!”

“I’m not going to fuck him! I’m going to dinner, Thomas, not to the club. Besides, you’re the one who wanted to be fuck buddies! You’re the one who made all the rules! There were no rules that restricted us from going out on dates and creating new relationships,” her face turning red as she screamed at him. He didn’t reply, only huffing, leaving her to continue, “Since when did you ever care about my dating life? I’ve always let you fuck around with these, these sluts you find at clubs,” she said the word repulsively. The Y/H/C girl never liked to demean any other females, but she was furious. He never cared and neither did she, so why start now? Then, something hit her, “You’re jealous.”

His eyes widened, “I’m not jealous at all.”

“Stop denying it! Why are you so jealous?” She, although burning with anger, moved closer to the boy. “You have no right to be, and you sure as hell know it. We’re only friends. You said it yourself,” she pointed a stern finger at him.

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it!” He pushed her hand out of his face.

“Do I know it? I liked you years before this agreement! Do you know how much it hurt when you set that rule? I only took this opportunity because I knew that it would be the closest I would get from having an actual relationship with you! Now, when I’m trying to move on, you just have to get in the way and ruin it,” tears were streaming down her face.

“Darling, I-,” he was cut off by her fists pounding his chest.

“You’re a fucking div! I hate that I love you,” pain and sorrow coated her words.

“I’m so sorry, darling, if I knew I wouldn’t’ve asked you,” he grabbed her wrists, “I fell in love with you, and I know we swore against it, but I couldn’t help myself. I just did.”

“You’re an asshole,” her voice cracked, “I only have an hour to get ready, and I look like shit.”

“You’re still going on your date?” 

“Yes, I am,” she ripped her arms from his hold, “I’m going to enjoy myself while you can sulk. Also, the agreement is off. I’m done,” she flicked her hair over her shoulder, walking to her room to make herself look presentable.

Tom stayed put in his spot, thinking over everything she just said to him. She still loved him, but she was going on a date with someone else. Maybe he could tell the date that Y/N still loved him and she’ll come running back to him. He couldn’t do that. She’d hate him more.

The door bell rang and he heard her yell, “Coming,” before rushing to the door. 

He admired the way the scarlet dress fit her figure perfectly. It cinched at the waist and clung to her hips. The deep neckline displayed a bit of cleavage, but there was still enough coverage left for imagination. Her black heels gave her an inch or two of height. In one of her neatly manicured hands, she held a white leather clutch.

When the door opened, it revealed a similar blonde with blue eyes.

“Harrison?” Tom felt his anger growing once again, “You’re the guy Y/N is going out with?”

“Hey, mate,” Haz chuckled, “we’re not going out. She just wanted to make you jealous.”

The girl blushed, hiding her face in her hands.

“Then what was that argument for?” Tom’s voice was softer.

“She wanted to see how you’d react,” Harrison shrugged.

“I kind of got carried away,” she grinned.

“Kind of isn’t the word I would use,” the brunette stated, rolling his eyes.

“Whatever, loser. Want to go on this date or not?”

“What date?” Tom looked between Harrison and Y/N, having no clue of what was happening.

“The date I was supposedly going on. You didn’t think I got ready for no reason did you?”

“Y-You want to go with me?” Tom asked, flustered.

“Yes, you div. She does. Now hurry up. You’re going to be late for the reservation,” Haz tapped his wristwatch.

“What are we waiting for then? Let’s go,” she giggled at Tom’s enthusiasm.

is this seat taken

a/n: oof i’ll make a part 2 later... sorry if i haven’t been updating as much, i’ve been reading a series of books and i’m trying to get through them as fast as possible... also having a big writers/imagination block right now,,, fOcK

pairing: frat!fuckboy!tom x reader

warnings: sort of sexual, tom is a perv

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pt.1 | pt.2

You entered the massive classroom, earbuds drowning out the chattering of the other students. You found a table for yourself and placed your bag on the seat beside you. Already knowing the assignment, you traveled over to the supply table, grabbing your desired colors of acrylic paints, a paintbrush, and a piece of acrylic paper. Placing them onto your table, you moved to the sink, filling a tin with water to clean your brush. 

You thoroughly enjoyed art. It was your best subject and you’d taken interest in it ever since you were 5, although your works then were meager. 

With your earbuds still in, you began to start your painting of the landscape of a frozen lake and the sun setting. You began with a light base of white paint before starting with the light blue to represent the lake. 

You’d been calmly stroking your canvas when the door burst open and a group of fraternity boys piled in. They were gossiping loudly, loud enough for you to hear even through your blasting music. The frat leader, Tom Holland, stood at the front, winking and biting his lips as girls looked at him. The only reason they took art was because they believed it was an easy A, though you were quite surprised that they even came to class.

Rolling your eyes, you turned the volume of your music even higher in attempt to block out their hoots. To your dismay, they decided to sit at your table. Most sat across of you, while some followed Tom. 

You felt a a light tapping on your shoulder, and irritably, you pulled out your earbud, “Can I help you?”

“This seat taken?” The boy looked at you, one hand tucked into his pocket as he leaned against the table.

Looking at him with disbelief, you asked, “Yeah, it is actually.”

“Really? I don’t see anybody sitting here or coming to claim it,” he looked around the classroom.

“As you can see, my bag is actually reserving that seat, so I’m sure you can sit somewhere else. This room is quite big, you’ll find a seat,” you turned away from him and plugged your ears with the loose earbuds, ending the conversation.

The brunette and his posy laughed, ignoring your what you had just said. He moved your bag off the seat, sat down, and let the bag rest in his lap instead.

You obviously noticed this and rolled your eyes. You told yourself to ignore it, knowing that he would move away if you paid him no mind. You continued your painting, giving it your full attention to the point of standing up and tucking the chair away.

Your ass was now jutting out, as you were bent over, and you noticed Tom had finally moved. Where to, you didn’t know, until you felt someone pressing against you from behind. They were attempting to walk past you, but seemed to be adding lots of pressure against you. This person was taking their sweet time and you weren’t taking any of it.

You straightened, pulling out your earbuds and turning to see Tom behind you, “Excuse you,” you glared.

“Yes, darling?” Him and his friends were grinning and sniggering beside you.

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?” He blinked at you innocently.

“What you were just doing. That was highly inappropriate,” you huffed angrily.

“I wasn’t doing anything. I was just trying to get past you.”

“You could’ve gone another way. If you couldn’t tell, I was concentrating,” you snapped.

HIs friends started chuckling, mocking you. You shot them a sharp glare, shutting them all up. Luckily, before Tom began talking, the bell rang. You let out a sigh of relief when the frat boys started leaving. Tom, on the other hand, stayed.

“What are you still here for?” You began cleaning up the surface, not in any rush.

“Here,” he handed you a paper, “party on Friday. Call me if you have any questions,” he kissed the back of your hand, winking at you before escorting himself out.

You blushed and felt butterflies erupt in your stomach. The back of your hand was tingling where he had kissed you. You looked at the paper and the address and phone number scrawled on it. You started giggling. Hiding it in your fist, you stopped the fit of laughter coming out of your mouth and face-palmed, ashamed you felt the way you did.