“She hates you Tom.” George placed his books on his desk beside Tom’s. Bill and Gustave were right behind them.
“I think he is right Tom, sorry.” Gustav said placing a comforting hand on his shoulders.
Tom simply was looking at you across the classroom. You were looking at the window, ignoring his silly loud behavior, the sound of the rain taking you slowly far away from there.
“No she doesn’t.” Tom turned around to face his life long friends. “She is simply intimidated by me.”
Bill immediately started to laugh, followed by the G’s.
“No Tom, she hates.” Bill said placing his hands on his now hurting stomach. “Oh no wait. I think you are right, she doesn’t hate you.”
“What?” Gustav frowned and looks at Bill, slapping his right arm.
“What the hell Bill?” Georg was absolutely sure you hated Tom.
“Thank you Bill.” Tom answered, thinking his brother was going to support him.
“No no, wait guys. She doesn’t hate Tom” he looked at you, still turning your back to all of them “I think she keeps ignoring him because she thinks you’re an idiot.”
Tom simply turned away, as his own brother and friends laughed at him. He felt his cheeks turning red with anger an embarrassment, as they punched him on the shoulders and messed his long hair.
He was a bit of an idiot actually. Always teasing the unpopular boys, trying to flirt with the girls and taking advantage of his strong personality to intimidate everyone in the classroom. But to admit this, that was the difficult part. And he was not going to admit such a thing, he had a reputation to keep.
Georg, Gustav and Bill kept teasing him, and he was about to get up and walk out of the classroom when the teacher walked in.
“Good morning everyone.” he said closing the door.
An other boy was looking at Tom, who was all red with anger and feeling frustrated. The boy had been watching as Bill and the G’s teased him. Tom noticed him staring and that didn’t pleased him. He stared bacck at him, with a strong and menacing look so the boy finally turned away. But as the lesson started, the boy kept looking back at him, maybe surprised of seeing him being teased and not the other way around.
You were copying what was on the borde when you heard a loud noice behind you.
“What the hell are you looking at David?!” You turned around and Tom was standing up, David had a scared look on his face.
“Calm down Tom. Sit down or I’ll have to ask you to leave.” The teacher was a bit a costumed to Tom always making a fuss during class. “Now!”
Tom waited a few seconds more, the whole class was now staring at him. He finally stopped looking at David and, as he was sitting back down, he turned his eyes to you. As he met yours, he winked at you and curved the corner of his mouth in a smile.
You hated this “bad boy” attitude. You rolled your eyes at him and turned to your notebook. Ignoring him was now becoming more difficult than ever. Even if he was an idiot, he was a sexy idiot.
The class continued but Tom was restless . He kept throwing paper balls at David, laughing with Georg. He pushed the chair of the girl in front of him with his feet, and kept interrupting the teacher saying “Sr, excuse me but i didn’t get that” or “I don’t understand”. He kept repeating that over and over again, just to interrupt the class, to annoy all his class mates and to drive the teacher crazy.
But what annoyed you the most was that, each time Tom did some of this stupid thing, you felt and saw from the corner of your eye, that he looked at you…every freaking time!
It had been very difficult to pay attention to the teacher, but strangely, Tom had remained calm for a few minutes now. They were short tho. Suddenly, after a blissful moment of silence, Andrea, the girl in front of him, screamed.
Everyone turned to look at her. As it was expected, Tom was laughing with a pair of scissors in his right hand. He had slighted them under the girls hair to scare her and in fact, she was.
“What…? Tom, I want you out of my classroom.” The teacher screamed
“Oh come on, I did nothing, she is exaggerating!” Tom tried to argue.
“Now Tom, now!”
Tom laughed and grabbed his things. He got out, slowly, surrounded by whispers and eyes glued to him. As he was about to close the door, he turned back and stared at you, his gaze interrupted only by the closing door.
The lesson finally ended and when you got out of the classroom, you noticed him waiting outside in the hallway. You quickly turned away and walked to your locker. He followed you.
You tried to quicken the pass, to leave him behind between the other students and all the fuss during lunch time. You finally got to your locker, grabbed the books for the next class and went to the library. There, you sat on a table well hidden between the literature books and as you opened your backpack, someone slammed his notebooks on your table. It was Tom.
“So Y/N, how are you?” He said sitting on the table, uninvited.
“What…what do you want Tom?” You said frowning and closing your backpack. What the hell?!
“Oh, why are you always so mean to me?” Tom leaned forward, resting his elbows on his legs. He smiled.
“I’m not mean to you. I just want you to leave me alone.” He suddenly got up and approached you, intimidatingly.
“You know, I’m getting a bit tired of you not liking me Y/N.” you suddenly got up, feeling trapped between his imposing body and the chair.
As you got up, his hands landed on your waist, fitting perfectly. You stepped back until you bumped against the bookshelf and Tom pressed his body against yours.
“Please let me go.” You said nervously, feeling his breath bathing your lips.
“Not until you tell me why you dislike me.” Tom pulled your hips closer to his. You tried to make his let go of you but he only tightened his grip.
“I don’t dislike you.” Your heart was beating faster. You could feel your blood on your cheeks, your whole skin vibrating against his chest. A few locks of hair suddenly fell over his forehead. Damn!
“Then why don’t ever laugh at my jokes? Why do you always look away when I look at you?” His lips slowly got closer to yours, barely touching them. His nose brushing against your cheek.
“Why do you ignore me?”
“I don’t I…I just want you to let me go.”
“Are you sure about that?” He asked now looking straight into your eyes. His, dark brown and deep, were full with mystery. Now it was almost imposible to resist him. Yes he was childish, yes he could be an idiot but he was so sexy and was now definitely driving you crazy.
“You know Y/N, I think you ignoring me just makes me like you more…” his breath was now mixing with yours. His hands on your waist were now climbing through your torso until reaching your neck.
“You…you like me?” You asked, now feeling your cheeks absolutely blushed.
Tom smiled and looked to your lips. He rubbed his thumb on your lower lip.
“Yes, I like you.” He whispered.
Your palms were sweating as his body was pressing against yours. You could feel him breathing deeper as your hands locked behind his neck. “Fuck it” you thought and finally ate his lips with a kiss. You felt him holding you by the neck as his other hand caressed your lower back.
You bit his tongue, softly, and looked at him. His eyes were still closed.
“And I like you.” Tom simply gave you a naughty smile, lifting you and locking your legs around his waist.
“I knew it” he kept kissing your neck. “You’re crazy about me.”
He placed you on the table and started to kiss you, as he quickly unbuttoned your shirt. The bell rang and the library emptied, leaving you both completely alone. You leaned your head back, curving your back, as Tom started to kiss his way down your chest, licking your breast with the tip of his tongue and finally reaching your skirt; leaving love bites all over your trembling skin.
You were apparently going to miss your next class.
There you go anon. I hope it will meet your expectations ;)