TOM HOLLAND ◽ imagines ◽

ugh not him part 3

I was watching TV when I heard a knock on the door. I groaned and went to open the
door. "Hi y/n" Peter said. I looked into his brown eyes. "Hay" I growled. He had a rose
in his hand. I gave him a 'wtf' look while he handed me the rose. "Thanks, " I quickly
replied and a small smile appeared on my face. He smiled back. Jesus Christ, what a
smile!

"Come in, do you want something to drink?" I asked shyly. "Yeah, a glass of
water would be great " he answered and I headed to the kitchen to pour him a water
into a glass. "Here you are. " I gave him the drink and he nodded as thank you.

"So let's make the project!" I said and clapped my both hands together. We went to my bedroom. "Wow, nice room" Peter said while he was looking around the room. I smiled at his comment and started thinking, maybe he is not that bad - he gave me the rose and he is really polite. "How we are gonna do the project?" Peter interrupted my thoughts and I looked at him. "Umm... on the laptop, of course" I pulled the laptop out of the drawer and put it on the bed.

I jumped on the bed and gestured
Peter to sit next to me. We started doing the chemistry project. "I have a really nice
book about acids. It is on this shelf" I pointed at the shelf which was hanging above the chest of drawers. "Can you bring it to me?" I asked Peter politely. 'Yes, sure. " He grabbed the book and handed me it.

"Oh my gosh, Peter, what's that on your hand?" My hair stood on end. There was a stain of blood on his hand. I grabbed his hand and moved a sleeve of his hoodie so I could fully see his arm. "Don-" he tried to stop me, but it was too late. I saw it. It was a big scratch. "Who did this to you?" I
swallowed. I could not believe what I was seeing. "Nobody" he was avoiding my
look. "Peter! Look at me!" he shifted his gaze to me. "Answer me again, who - did -
this - to - you ? " I was angry at him. I knew he couldn't do it by himself. "I don' t want
to talk about it, y/n." he murmured.