𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 {𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐓}

𝐈𝐈𝐈

(13 DAYS TILL PROM)

Kids swerved past you, your lunch tray practically shaking in the fear of being smacked to the ground. You stayed a little low and tried your best to get past the students.

Sighing in relief as you reached a less crowded hall, you stood up tall and began to walk normally to the football field. Somewhere you ate lunch with Tommy everyday. Your tray stayed right under your chest as you walked. Well, it stayed there until...

"Watch it, loser."

You felt the warmth of the crappy school lunch hit your chest. The tray slipped from your hands and clattered on the floor. You stood there, frozen. Your eyes slowly trailed down to the mess in your shirt. People stopped and stared, giggling. You turned and looked behind you.

You saw the back of Reya. Her long brown hair swayed behind her. She wore tight jeans skirt that barely even covered her thighs topped with a white tank top. It was shocking how that girl never got dress coded. Her hair was tied up in a green bandana that day. She wore a different color each day. When she looked over her shoulder to you, her hazel eyes made direct eye contact with yours, only making the anger inside of you worse.

"Oops." She simply scoffed, giggling as she turned and continued to walk. You felt your skin grow goosebumps from all the eyes on you. Your entire outfits was just covered in food and sauce from whatever the hell the school was handing out for lunch.

You turned and began to run as fast as you could to the bathroom. People looked and laughed as you past by. You could feel your cheeks heat up and tears filled your eyes. You pushed into the bathroom and darted into a stall. You collapsed to the ground and held your head in your hands. You tried your best not to cry. Crying wouldn't make anything better.

'I can't go back to class there's now way!'

You thought, shaking your head and running a hand through your hair. You looked down to your shirt, tense. It was a mess. You knew if you went back to class, the teacher would just send you to the office or home for showing up looking like how you did. You didn't feel like getting up or leaving the bathroom at all. You didn't want anyone to see you at all.

You hugged your arms and just curled up into a ball. You bit your knuckle and shut your eyes tightly. You held back tears threatening to spill.

It felt like hours...days went by, but really only 40 minutes passed before the bell rang, signaling kids to get to class. You raised your head a little and looked around. You couldn't leave. What if Tommy saw you? He would never let you down for it. Even worse, what if Jacob saw you?

You shivered at the thought and shook your head. A few more minutes passed and you heard the click of the bathroom door opening. You went dead silent, too scared to make a sound. You didn't want someone to find you.

"Y/N? Are you in here?" A familiar voice spoke. It was Tommy. Why was he in the girl's bathroom. You rubbed your arms a little and stayed quiet for a bit.

"Guess not." He sighed

Just as you heard the door begin to close, you made up your mind. If there was anyone you needed in that moment, it was your best friend.

"I'm in here, Tommy." You spoke softly. It went quiet and you assumed Tommy had already left. Your eyes drifted down and tears began to roll down your cheeks.

"Y/N?" You perked up and sniffled, wiping your eyes.

"Yeah. I'm in the third stall." You said. You weren't too far from the stall door. You unlocked it as you heard Tommy walk closer, his sneakers squeaking against the tile floor. He opened the door and looked down to you. His eyebrows furrowed. There you sat, mascara running down your face and food stains covering your clothes. His face softened a little and he closed the door behind him. He locked it again and sat beside you.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Reya. Reya happened." You responded. Tommy eyebrows furrowed.

"She did that to you!?" He squeaked, pointing to your clothes. You looked down and nodded.

"What a bloody arsehole!" He yelled, clenching his fists. You tensed and scratched your head lightly. Your hair fell in your face a little.

"Please don't yell..." you sighed. It went quiet and you could feel Tommy's eyes on you.

"Sorry..."

You two sat in silence. Tommy's company was enough to keep you calm and make you feel slightly better. You looked up to him. He was looking straight forward, almost not paying attention. His golden hair curled up lightly and shined as light bounced off of it. When Tommy spaced out it always made you smile. He looked adorable when not fully there.

"Hey Tommy?" You caught his attention, making him look to you with almost the same lost expression. Only his eyebrows were a little more raised in interest.

"Huh?"

"What were you doing looking for me in the girl's bathroom?" You asked. Tommy's face flushed bright red.

"H-Hey! Don't word it like that! I-I just didn't see you i-in class and I got curious as to where you were, okay!" He scoffed, crossing his arms and resting his head on the stall's wall. You snickered and punched his arm lightly.

"Wow, okay. I feel so loved." You said. Tommy looked to you and he rested his hand on your arm.

"Well I was worried." He said quickly. You smiled and looked to him, your eyes meeting his. His expression softened a little and he looked less concerned knowing you weren't actually upset.

"Thank you, Tommy. You always look out for me." You said, pinching his cheek. He grabbed your wrist and groaned, rolling his eyes.

"Stop!" He whined. You laughed and leaned against him, relaxing. You felt him tense a little before relaxing himself. His head rested on yours and he sighed in content.

"You're a good friend, Tom." You said.

"Only the best." He replied. You giggled.

"You mind skipping the last two periods with me. Not like I have interesting classes anyways." You said, moving to look up to him. Tommy looked back to you and he smiled, giving you a small nod.

"I don't mind." He stood and brushed off his legs, reaching out for your hand. He pulled you up and walked with you out of the bathroom.

You knew you would never find another friend quite like Tommy.