Friday Night
"You see Aaron?" you ask Maxine, scanning the crowd. Maxine shakes her head.
"Nope. Don't see a man spurting rainbows from his eyes and puking skittles," Max teases, and you roll your eyes.
"Girls!! Over here!!" a voice calls. You turn to see Aaron waving from the table. You smile, taking Max's hand and bringing her over.
"Hey Aaron," Max smiles, and he pulls her into a hug When they pull away, he examines her hair.
"Dear gods Max, what is this? Box dye? Split ends? I'm booking you an appointment ASAP!" he cries, examining herr hair. Max rolls her eyes before hopping onto the barstool. You smooth out your black dress before sitting down.
"Oh Aaron. We invited our friends from work," Max announces, wiggling her brows at him. Aaron blinks a few times before it dawns on him. His brown eyes go wide.
"Max!!! It's a guy!? How dare you not tell me it was a guy, I would've looked more presentable!" Aaron shrieks, grabbing your purse, and digging through it before taking out your compact mirror. He frantically puts his brown curls back into place, and checks his face for any acne. You burst out laughing, as Max tries to keep her snickers under control.
"Max, is Tom even gay?" you ask. Max shrugs, putting her red pigtails over her shoulders (mind you Max's hair isn't a bright red, but it is definitely red if that makes sense).
"Oh dear lord, I'm sweating my makeup off!!" Aaron shrieks, fanning his face. If you couldn't tell Aaron was gay... very gay. You shake your head with a laugh and check your phone.
I wonder where he is, you think.
~Tom's POV~
"This shirt doesn't match!!" I shout, throwing it off, and going back into my closet. Zendaya groans.
"Tom!! It looks fine!! Why are you freaking out?!" Haz cries as I come out buttoning up a white shirt.
"I DON'T KNOW!" I scream.
"STOP SHOUTING!"
"I! AM! NOT! SHOUTING!" I yell back, before Zendaya jumps up and grips me firmly by the shoulders.
"CALM DOWN!" she shouts, shaking me frantically.
"Ack, stop!! you're going to give me whiplash!" I cry turning back to the mirror to tuck in my shirt. Dear lord, I hope I looked okay, I think, as I run my hands through my waves.
I had no idea why I was even freaking out. Just drinks with new friends right? No pressure.
Except for the fact that the one girl made my heart pound and my palms sweat, and I wanted to kiss her... Just that little detail was a problem...
"You need to go, it's already 6! Being late wouldn't be a good impression," Zendaya exclaims. I take a deep breath, and nod.
"okay I'm out," I say opening the door.
"Go get her tiger!" Haz calls whooping his fist in the air. I scrunch my nose.
"Don't call me that, that's weird," I reply.
"JUST GO!" Zendaya exclaim. I wave goodbye, before closing the door behind me.
~time skip~
I open the bar to everyone mingling around with drinks, and the place in full swing. I fiddle with the cuffs of my shirt as I look around for Y/n.
"Thomas!! Over here!" I hear a familiar voice call. I look to see Maxine waving me down from a table in the back. I weave my way through the crowd, to their table.
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Professor Holland
أدب الهواة*ON HOLD!!* Y/n L/n was living the dream. She worked as a teacher, had a great house, and an incredible daughter. But when the handsome new teacher joins the staff things take a turn. The sparks between them are flying. As y/n tries to navigate...
