𝐓𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

New Guy

Hi Hi. Please read >>

So I came up with this idea for a book I was thinking of writing, not sure if it's gonna be Tom Holland related or not but I made this so it is Tom.

Tell me what you guys think about this and I might make it.

Note: Not Y/N

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I was waking across to the high school, my friend at my side yapping on about how much she's hates her boyfriend. We stopped at the side of the road, waiting for the traffic light to turn red.

"And he said my shirt wasn't my colour, like honestly why are guys such idiots!" She let out a huge sigh, typing away at her phone "are guys like that in England?"

I moved to America four years ago when my mum got a job here, I wasn't too bothered since I didn't have much friends back in England, only my mums best friends son who was a complete cunt to me.

"Uh— I guess" I replied, chuckling "I mean, Iv never been told by a guy that my shirt isn't my colour."

"Would you rather date an American guy or English?" She asks, finally putting her phone away.

"Well I mean I never had much of an experience with English boyfriends since I was only 13, and all the guys here are wankers so" I shrugged, Annie laughing at my use of 'Wanker.'

She's always found my accent funny, and I find hers funny, I mean 'trash can?' It's so much easier to say 'Bin.'

A motorbike approached, the black helmet blocking out their face, but from their body type I could see it was a guy. He revved his engine as he passed us, the roar making Annie jump.

I stood their, glaring him down. My dad soled and fixed motorbikes for a living so I was used to the loud revs that would conveniently wake me up at 6 am.

"What a jerk" Annie scoffed, pulling my arm across the road. I nodded, agreeing with her. We made our way into the school, stuffing the books we didn't need into our lockers.

"Have to admit, he looked kind of hot" Annie bit her bottom lip, nudging my shoulder.

"How, you couldn't see his face" I laughed, pulling out my first period books "He could be like, butt ugly."

"But he could also be smoking hot!"

"Two minutes ago you were calling him a jerk!" I argued, shutting my locker over "and you have a boyfriend."

"Your ruining the moment, London" She groaned, huffing her shoulders down.

"South-West London, Darling" I corrected, hating the nickname she always gave me.

"Still London" She shrugged, shutting her locker over.

"Have yous seen the new guy!" Kit, my first friend when I moved here ran up to us. A giddy expression over his face "He's so hot!"

"What did I say!" Annie threw her hands in air.

"I'm praying to my God RuPaul that he's gay" Kit crossed his fingers, closing his eyes tightly "there's like zero gay guys in this stupid small town!"

"Speaking of gay, have you told your dad yet?" Annie asks, flickering her blonde hair behind her back.

"I was going to last night at dinner, but then his drunk ass fell asleep on the couch before the oven even had time to heat up" He grumbled.

"There's no rush Kit, just do it in your own time" I assured him, patting his shoulder.

"Thanks, Kayla" He pouted, holding his hand over his heart.

"Do we know the name of this hot new guy?" Annie asked, a grin on her lips.

"Aside form the fact he's hot, no" Kit answered as we began to walk down the crowded hallway "Although, I did hear someone say he transferred from the UK."

"Maybe you might get an English buddy, Kay" Annie said.

"I'd rather Scottish, their accents are hotter" Kit practically drooled.

"Hey!" I scolded, lightly punching his shoulder "My Accents hot!"

"Not when you start yelling 'Fucking Bollocks! Window licking piece of shite!'," Kit mimicked my accent, failing miserably at it.

"I said that once! and it was only because Nick was pissing me off" I sighed, pulling my bag further up my shoulder.

"God that guys obsessed with you" Annie shivered.

"Says you, your dating his one-brain-cell-smarter best friend" I say, letting out a sigh.

"Yes but—"

"He's hot, whatever" I took the words from her mouth, throwing my head back, dragging my feet of the ground.

The bell rang and we all made our way to class, English, my favourite class. Walking into the class we took our seats, greeting Mr Kenner who's my favourite teacher.

He's not old but he's not young, he reminds me of Andrew Lincoln, the guy from The Walking Dead, the one who plays Rick Grimes. So basically he's hot.

Everyone's else began flooding into the class, sitting at their usual seats, Kit sat next to me as always, while Annie sat next to her boyfriend Isaac.

Each table had two seats, all facing the front of the board. The teachers desk was a couple rows in front of us since our desk was closest the wall.

I pulled out all my English books, skimming threw the pages to make sure it was the right one.

"Class listen up!" Kenner clapped his hands, bringing everyone's attention but mine since I couldn't find my Jane Austen book that I swear I packed.

"We have a new students today—"

Maybe I put it-between my note book? I reached over my desk to get it.

"—Everyone say hello to Tom Holland, our transfer from England."

My head shot up, my hand knocking my note book off the desk and crashing onto the floor. Everyone looked to me, including Tom. Our eyes meeting.

I gulped, my eyes wide. Bollocks.

"McKayla? Everything okay?" Kenner asked, noticing the colour draining from my face.

I nodded, forcing my eyes form him. I quickly bent down, picking up my note book and finally finding the Jane Austen book.

When I sat back up, I could see his silhouette, He sat down at the desk in front of me and Kit. I lifted my head seeing he had turned in his seat to look at me.

"Mak—" He swallowed, his eyes burning into mine.

"Don't" I shook my head, whispering, fear rising in me "You don't know me."

He nodded, turning around in his seat. I looked up to Kit who was already looking at me like I was crazy. I forced a smile, looking back down to my notes.

Window licking piece of shite.

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Thoughts?