𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞 {𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐓}

𝐈𝐕

(12 DAYS TILL PROM)

You tipped back in the chair at your desk. Math was your least favorite subject. It was boring as hell and the teacher would just talk on and on about the same boring shit. You crossed your arms and sighed, your eyes darting to the clock again.

Just 5 more minutes...

You thought. You looked back to the teacher who was doodling on the whiteboard. Even he sounded uninterested as to what he was saying. The chair squeaked as you tipped back onto all fours. You leaned forward and began to doodle on the blank piece of lined paper laid upon your desk.

You began to focus on sounds around you as you drew small flowers on the top of your paper. A girl in your class was chewing gum, you could hear the art kid behind you scribbling away in his sketch book, one of the annoying choir kids was humming to himself, and Reya was whispering away to one of her friends. You tuned into what she was saying the best you could.

"It was the funniest thing. I almost feel bad for her."

"Almost." Her friend chimed in. Both girls giggled.

"Yeah...almost. She is literally so dumb. Why would he ever—"

"Girls in the back." Your teacher boomed, making the class fall silent. You looked from them to the teacher. Both girls looked to him, clearly annoyed with the fact he interrupted their conversation.

"Please stop talking." he sighed, turning back to the board. You rested your elbows on the table and leaned forward a bit. Just as you did so, the bell rang. You jumped and looked to the clock. Class was finally over.

You stood and quickly began to pack up your bag, the entire class following despite the teacher's attempts to keep your attention. Half the class was already out the door by the time you had your stuff. You pushed through the sea of bodies and stumbled out of class. You looked around the hallway. It was basically impossible to spot someone.

"Y/N!" A voice called to you. Your head snapped around, looking for the familiar person. You spotted blonde fluffy hair through the crowd. Pushing past people, you rushed forward. You slammed right into someone. Both of you stumbled around in an attempt to keep balance. You were clinging to them for dear life.

"Jesus Y/N! I'm not going anywhere!" Tommy's voice spoke, his chest vibrating with each word. You had run right into Tommy.

"Oh thank god it's just you," you sighed, regaining your posture and grabbing Tommy's wrist to pull him out of the crowd, "I thought I ran into some stranger."

Tommy followed, gripping his backpack. Both of you quickly swerved past people left and right as you navigated through the blobs of girls giggling and guys yelling at each other. You pushed through the school's doors, finally getting out of the school. You and Tommy sighed in relief.

"This school is the worst." You groaned. Tommy walked alongside you, grunting slightly in agreement.

"Every kid here is a bitch." He said. You snickered.

"Except for me and you." You said. Tommy looked to you, giving a crooked smile.

"Yeah because we're the cool kids." You gave him a fist bump.

"Hell yeah!"

You both laughed as you walked to the football fields. The grass was wet having the sprinklers just been off. The end of Tommy's pant legs got dark as the water soaked them. Tommy scoffed, hopping onto the bleachers.

"My fucking jeans are wet!" He groaned. You stepped onto the bleachers, walking to the top alongside Tommy.

"Well maybe you should start wearing shorts. Then your pants wouldn't be wet." You said, sitting down at the top. Tommy sat beside you, leaning back onto the bars behind the two of you and crossing his arms.

"I don't pull off jean shorts..."

"Oh and you're saying I do, huh~?" You teased, leaning closer to him. He turned the color of a tomato and he shoved you away.

"Gross! No! Fuck off, bitch!" He screeched. You laughed and shook your head. He scrunched up his nose a little in anger and continued to be stubborn.

"Oh come on, Tommy! Are you saying I'm ugly then? Wow. I thought we were friends." You said, whipping your head away and holding your hand up in a dismissive way. Tommy choked out responses, unsure of what to say to defend himself.

"Wha—I—no I didn't say—wha!?" He waved his hands in front of him in a confused manner. You looked at him, smiling slyly and you put your hands on his.

"I'm kidding." You snickered, lowering his hands. His eyes stayed glued to your hands and his face turned a slight tint of pink. He looked the other way and pulled his hands away. He chuckled awkwardly and reached into his bag.

"Yeah I-I knew you were." He said, digging through his backpack to find his lunch. You leaned against the bleachers. You weren't really hungry. You usually just ate once you got home. Tommy on the other hand always packed a lot of food. He often shared with you if you wanted some.

"Sure you did." You pushed his shoulder lightly, kicking your feet up to rest on the seat below you. Tommy huffed, but he didn't respond. He set his backpack down as he pulled out a sack lunch.

"Hungry?"

"Nah. Not really." You said. Tommy shrugged and went through his lunch.

"Any texts from Jacob?" He asked, pulling out a small bag of chips. You shook your head and sighed.

"No..." you kept your eyes low. Even while looking down, you could feel Tommy's eyes on you. And you could tell he looked sympathetic.

"Aw I'm sorry." His voice cracked slightly. Neither of your paid attention to it. It happened quite often with Tommy. You simply shrugged and smiled up at him.

"But hey, that raises your chance of winning 20 bucks." You said. Tommy blinked and then gasped in realization.

"OH YEAH! FUCK YEAH!" He threw his fist in the air, accidentally choosing the one holding his food and spilling chips onto his head. You laughed and picked a chip from his hair, popping it into your mouth.

"Yeah. Lucky you."