Extra long chapter since I haven't update much. I hate the ending but eh. Sorry that I made you low key a slut in this chapter.
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"Y/n what's going on with you?" My best friend asks shaking her head as if she's disappointed.
"What do you mean?" I ask her back leaning against my locker, moving my eyes from her to Tom who is standing with his best friend, Harrison. They are laughing and talking like there's nobody else in the world, oblivious to the fact that I'm staring at them.
"You've been all dreamy about Tom. Last time I checked you were the one who doesn't give a shit about anybody and all you do was break every boys' hearts." She explain, resting her hand on her hips, tilting her head to one side.
"Have you ever talked to him?" I ask and continue to stare at them quite creepily.
"Yeah so?"
"He's just so nice and sweet and polite and.. pretty." I say, looking back at my best friend now as she stares at me weirdly when I said 'pretty'.
"Pretty?" She says with her British accent. I nod my head and tried to explain it to her but I decided to stop because she won't get it.
The bell rings loudly throughout the school as the students begin to push each other around, trying not to be late to their classes. Tom and his best friend separate. Tom walks in the same direction as me, a grin finds its way onto my face as I walk in front of him.
I sit on my seat behind Tom's as the class begin. The teacher starts blabbing as I look at Tom's hair, imagining what it would be like if I could touch it.
After 20 minutes of explaining the things we don't need or will never ever use in our lives she left the classroom to get some more papers for us to work on.
Suddenly, Tom turns around and looks at me as I look back at him with a confused face. The tension is building up slowly, it starts to make me uncomfortable sitting under his stare.
"Do you need any help?" I ask, trying to break the tension.
"Do you wanna hang out sometimes?" He asks not stuttering what so ever and he doesn't seem nervous. People said that if a boy doesn't stutter when they ask you means that they don't actually like you. That's probably true but he's Tom, he probably have a lot of girlfriends before he decided to ask me, maybe he's just used to asking girls to hangout right? Right?
Right, I try to convince myself.
"M-me?" How is this happening, one of the school biggest slut just stuttered? My friends look at me weirdly, some students also turn to look at us, hearing me stutter.
"Mhm, so yes or no?" He smirks a bit, seeing my nervousness. I nod my head, desperately as I smile.
"Okay so tomorrow after school?" He asks, leaning back on his chair, resting his hand on my table, fiddling with the pencil on the table. I nod my head once again, he nods his head back, the smirk still on his face before he turns back when the teacher walks in.
When the teacher isn't looking I take my phone out and texted my boyfriend who I was emotionally cheating on.
"What am I going to wear!?" I shout at myself in the mirror before I pace around my room. There's only 10 minutes left and I have no idea what to wear. I decided to just wear a pair of jeans with a purple hoodie. I jump into the shower and came out about 5 minutes later.
I decided not to wear make up, even though I like Tom a lot I don't need to impress him that much, I can't give him all my effort without knowing how much he's going to give me his.
