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~Tom's POV~
I had no idea why Wren screamed at me when she opened the door. So now I awkwardly stood here, waiting to be let in.
The door finally opens, and Wren sticks her head out.
"Oh hi Wren," I smile, giving her a little wave. She gives a nervous smile back, before opening the door all the way. I come inside, examining their house. They had beautiful wood floors, with a long staircase leading upstairs.
"Hey Professor Holland... um... my mom's upstairs right now, but she'll be down in a minute," Wren says, leading me into the living room. I take a seat on the couch, and Wren sits in a rocking chair across from me. I sit in awkward silence, fiddling with the wine bottle.
"Here, I can put that in the kitchen," Wren offers.
"Oh sure," I say, holding the bottle out to her. She gives me a nervous smile again, as she takes the bottle from me and disappears into the kitchen.
I sat awkwardly, wondering where Y/n was.
"Hi!!" her voice calls, and she walks into the living room, a smile on her face. Wow. She looked great.
No Tom!! You're just her as friends, I scold myself.
"Hey," I smile, standing up, holding out my hand, as she goes for a hug. Oh that was weird. She gives me a nervous smile, and just shakes my hand. Y/n tilts her head, putting her hands in her back jean pockets.
"Um... weren't you supposed to be here at five thirty?" she questions. I blink a few times, before gasping.
"Oh my gosh!! You're right, I'm so sorry, this is totally my fault!!" I cry, and Y/n laughs, waving me off.
"You're okay!! I just have to um... make the lasagna," Y/n laughs nervously. I chuckle, peeking into the kitchen. Groceries were still on the counter, and pots and pans all over. Not that I was judging.
"Um... I could help you if you want," I smile. Y/n raises her brows in surprise.
"Really?" she asks, with a slight smile. Her cheeks were flushed pink a little bit, making my heart flutter. I shrug.
"Yeah sure. I love to cook," I reply. Y/n smiles, letting out a breath of relief.
"Thank you so much!!" Y/n smiles, grabbing my hand, and leading me into the kitchen. My heart pounded feeling her hand interlaced with mine.
Wren's eyes look up from her phone, and go wide at me.
"Hey Wren," I smile. Wren blinks a few times, before rushing out of the kitchen. Y/n snorts, her hand falling from mine, as she went over to the IPad.
"What are we making?" I ask, coming next to her.
"Lasagna, and peach cobbler," she responds. I smile and she looks at me.
"I love peach cobbler," I comment. Y/n's cheeks turn pink the slightest bit.
~Your POV~
Oh gosh, your face was so hot. He was so close to you, and gosh did he look good in that shirt and -
Y/n stop!! You could not fall for this guy!! You barely knew him!
"So I have meat on the stove, if you want to break that up," you instruct, pointing over to the stove. Tom walks over there, and snorts.
"What?" you ask, as you take out the rest of the ingredients. Tom turns back to you, leaning against the stove, and folding his arms over his chest. You slam your hand down on the counter, and laugh.
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Professor Holland
Fanfiction*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...
