field of dandelions

Maybe its the way you say my name

Y/N POV:

I was desperately trying not to fall asleep on the bus to go to school this morning, I was never a morning person and never will be. The bus seemed to be quite full today, packed with people just going about their day to day life weather that was going to work, school or running daily errands, life passing them by. A tall blonde came and sat next to me as it was the only seat available, he seemed to look familiar to me but I couldn't figure out where I knew him from and because he didn't talk to me I was too tired to try and connect the dots and make an effort. After all, it was 8 am. After what seemed to be a second, I had arrived to the hell hole people like to call "school" and I instantly went to mine and my friends unspoken meeting spot.

I had been so stressed with school lately because I have so much undone work and everything has been a little too much. I was late coming out of my textiles class and was rushing to my physics class, I had ink all over my hands from my current project I'm working on and was desperately trying to wipe it off my hands not looking to see where I was going as if I expected the floor to lead me in the right direction. I felt a huge weight hit me, too huge and too big of an impact on my body to handle so I instantly fell to the ground with all the things I was trying to carry coming down with me. In sudden anger and trying to not let my guard down I shouted without looking too see who it was

"Hey man fucking watch where your going" to which I received no reply to.

"hello?" trying to get this unknown person to fight back with me and again they said nothing. I looked up to see the boy on my bus this morning stood frozen in shock. After a very awkward moment of silence he seemed to snap out of it and reach to the floor to help me collect my things.

"I am so sorry" he said offering a hand to help me up and after giving him the unsure dead eye I reluctantly took his hand.

"its fine don't worry about it" thanking him for helping me up and getting my things off of the ground, feeling less angry and taking a second to breathe and quickly pulling myself back together. And yet again my curiosity getting the best of me

"wait so who are you?"

"tommy but you can call me tom" he seemed shocked and I wondered why he would be after asking such a simple question

"y/n." introducing myself

"what class you have now?" his British accent coming stronger

"oh uhm physics" rolling my eyes

"cool, me too. want to walk there together?"

"oh sure" quietly enjoying this random boys company. We very slowly walked to class trying to saviour our last moments until we have to sit in a class for a whole hour.

- time skip- Lunchtime

"Y/N" a very familiar voice called out for me across the yard (playground), It was a boy that seemed to be obsessed with me ever since he looked at me. He was always trying to make a move on me and of course I went along with it because it was my healing after a stupid boy broke my heart, I don't talk about him much.

"Jamie, hi" oh I forgot to mention that he was so popular, the most. He was your local fuckboy but of course every girl in my school would faint over him even just looking at them, in my eyes I didn't see what was so special.

I ended up spending the rest of my lunch time with Jamie, his and mine friends. Occasionally I saw the boy that I walked to class with earlier with a small group of boys, they seem to be laughing with each other and for some strange reason made me smile inside.

My next class and final class of the day was English. I don't like going to English because my teacher spends half of her time shouting at me for the littles things and some things I didn't even do.

I walked into class sitting in my usual seat at the back only minding my own business, until I saw the same boy again. why do I keep seeing him everywhere today? and he's in this class??? I really need to start paying attention more. And for that whole hour I spent daydreaming not looking at the teacher or the board but him. He's kinda cute. Ew what no. I only met him today and the only thing I know about him is that his name is tommy, or should I say tom. What one would he like?? I don't know and don't care.

"okay so today we are going to do some partner work" the teacher continued to read of the pairs that she put us into

"Tom Simons and y/n l/n." Great. He looked over to me and I flashed him awkward smile and gestured to come to my table. Our project was to do with 'wilderness' in which we were told to create a mood board (its baso like a poster) with a Inspired artist to study. Well this is going to be fun.

"so..." I said trying to fill in the silence

"do you play Minecraft y/n ?"...