"I Hate You"

Detention, Detention, Detention

Tom's Pov-

I had just gotten done with my last period and before I walked out of my class room the principal walked in.

"Good afternoon, Hiddleston. I just wanted to let you know you're doing detention today. So don't go home early. It's 3:00 to 4:00." I nodded and walked to the school bathroom.

I checked my tie in the mirror, and leaned against the sink, tears starting to fall.

"Y/n, I never meant to do this to you. I never meant to fall in love with a 17 year old." I mumbled, anger washing over me.

I splashed water on my face and dried off with a towel. I walked out of the bathroom and waited for the detention bell to ring.

I sat in my chair and turned on the computer, looking through school pictures that popped up on the home screen. A picture caught my eye when I saw Y/n getting the best drawer of the year, and it showed a picture of a Norse mythology god, Loki- not the one the one from the comics, but from the original Greek.

I was astonished by her work, every detail was drawn out, and it was beautiful.

The work her hands can do

I was so caught up in the picture and the drawing that I didn't realize Y/n was wide eyes and angry standing in front of my desk.

I showed sorrow for a split second, but turned angry and uninterested.

"What do you want." I spat, dread coursed through my body.

"Why are you being like this all of a sudden?!" She yelled, throwing her books down in the process.

"Pick your books up and sit in your seat!" I argued back.

"Not till you tell me what is going on with you!" She got closer.

"You're stupid to believe that something is going on with me." Venom leaping from me to her.

She was taken back by me calling her stupid, she scoffed.

"I'm stupid for-" She raised her voice. "You were so kind and sweet to me yesterday, by writing my notes for me, the smile you gave me but no one else!" She moved her hands as she spoke, she took a step closer, slamming her hand on my desk. "You took me home! Asked me questions-"

"Shut up!" I was on the verge of tears, and just breaking down. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Get over it!" I yelled.

"I never asked for you to be kind to me, and I definitely didn't ask for you to act like a total jack-ass! But sure I'll get over it! When you learn how to be a man, and fix what's bothering you! Fix what's making you the worst human alive! I didn't do anything to you to deserve this! I was kind to you!" Stress started taking over me. I didn't want this, I wanted to care for her, to love her.

I looked at her, and took a deep breath. I had to keep the act up no matter how much it hurt. I needed her to hate me and I needed her to avoid me.

"Sit in your seat. I'm not going to tell you again." I demanded.

She looked around and sighed, then taking a seat in her usual seat. The bell rung and more detention kids started to pile in.

For the whole time, they wrote sentences about what they did wrong. I sat there head in my hands, hiding my tears and running my fingers through my hair.

The bell rung telling them they can go home, and when I looked up Y/n was giving me a disgusted look, and it broke me. I got up to close and lock my door, then falling against it. Fully crying what I had been leaving in my system.

I looked to Y/n's seat and saw she left her hoodie. I got off the floor and walked over to it, picking it up. I fell in her seat and held it close. Tears spilt faster.

...

I walked in the house, my eyes still puffy from crying in the car.

Amanda looked at me with worry and I was so upset I fell into her arms. I started to cry all over again, hugging her tight and imagining it was Y/n.

I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry

I repeated to myself. Amanda hugged me tightly, telling me it's going to be okay. We haven't been like this in a while, in fact we have always been distant.

"What happened, Tom?" She asked pulling away for a split second.

I stayed silent, not wanting to answer it. She rubbed circles on my back and it honestly calmed me down. I took a deep sigh, and prepared for an 'i told you so'.

"I had a rough day at work." I said flatly.

"See, that's why you shouldn't be working." I just nodded and walked to my room and saw the divorce papers on the bed. I took the time to sign them and sat them on the desk beside me.

I layed on the bed and realized Amanda's stuff has already been packed. I heard a knock on my door.

"I'm leaving for my mom's house, I made you food, it's in the fridge." I heard her footsteps fade and heard the front door close.

I mentally thanked her for the food, but in the back of my mind thought it could be poisoned.

"Hell I just made her sign divorce papers." I mumbled as I tucked myself in my bed.

I shut my eyes and thought about today, leaving me to cry once again, then falling asleep.