tommyinnit - 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

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For reference! "You" in the following few parts of the story is Camomile, to clear up all the confusion that might develop :)
Enjoy xx

I remember the day we first met as if it was yesterday.
Every single detail and every single word, every single one of our actions fresh in my mind even after all of these months.

As always, I was sitting in the far back of the classroom, avoiding as much connection to the outside world as I could, even though I was pretty much already trapped and surrounded by it. Totally hopeless about what the continuous of that day had to offer, not that I really cared anyways. Every day was the same, so why would that day have to be so different?

At first I didn't really care as Ms. Collins announced that we would have another student joining our class, nor did I care as you stepped into the room. I only kept my head low, half sleeping as I prayed for you not to choose the free seat that had to be located too close to my desk for my own liking. God didn't really seem to care about my prayers as my ears soon tracked your footsteps to the very place I didn't want you. I hadn't even looked at you yet and I already knew I would dislike you. Or well, so I thought.

I didn't think twice about my judgement since rushing to false conclusions were and still is pretty much the only thing I'm genuinely good at, nor did I think anything more of it at that moment. All I could think about was how obnoxiously tired I was and how I really didn't want to do that awkward introduction-circle-thing that Ms. Collins had told us to do.

"Thomas?"

My head shot up quickly as I looked around the room, only to get met by 25 different eager faces, one of them being a new one. Yours.

You looked concerned as you were looking at me, a frown and on your lips that looked too soft to be true next to your freckly skin, creating contrast with the blush of your cheeks. It wasn't so hard to notice that you had lightly curled your hair that day, making it look just voluminous and luxuriant enough to get more than only my attention. Was that your intention? To make me totally mesmerized that is. Because it worked, to say the absolute least. My impression of you had roughly changed from a disliking to a liking unbelievably fast.

"Oh- sorry. My name's Thomas, but I go by Tommy." I blurted, flashing you an uncertain smile in panic. Ms. Collins didn't look very happy with my behavior towards you, but you didn't seem to care about my awkwardness as your only response to my rushed introduction was to chuckle a bit before turning your back on me once again to face the front.

I didn't even realize how weird my detailed observation must've looked to you before I went back to my previous sleeping position, my face once again facing the desk beneath me; my eyesight dark.

"Thomas, would you mind not sleeping in my class?" Ms. Collins asked me sarcastically. I let out a frustrated sigh as I looked up, my eyes meeting yours once again as you looked at me over your shoulder before turning away with another chuckle. I didn't like eye contact very much, so I figured it was pretty good you looked away because that would eliminate the chances of me doing something random, such as impulsively smiling at you, or even worse; to start stuttering unrecognizable words in panic.

Since I was no longer allowed to sleep, I forced myself to try and focus on what the teacher was saying, but somehow, my concentration didn't leave you, nor did my eyes. They scanned you from head to toe without a doubt in the world, admiring your features and your articles of clothing as your leg bounced up and down in stress, presumably because of the pressure and tension that came with being the new student in class, especially when joining in mid term.

Your white shoes were dusty, some spots shaded with tones of gray or brown which honestly fitted your pants pretty well since they were a light shade of beige, seemingly one or two sizes bigger than what actually fitted you back then. Your plain, brown, crew neck was nice-looking, nothing that I could ever pull off even if I tried. Even though brown wouldn't have been the color I would've ever chosen for a sweatshirt, let alone any article of clothing, it was very pretty on you, but nothing that would ever fit someone like me. You must've planned that outfit for days regarding to how well it fitted you. Or maybe you just picked out random pieces of clothing from your closet and it turned out to be a living miracle.