EUPHORIC | t.s.h

part thirteen

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꒰ Serotonin ꒱

Girl in red

Y/n stared blankly at the classroom for a moment.

She glanced at Tom, he sat in the front row. His hair was ruffled as usual and his leather jacket was snuggly placed over his shoulders.

He slouched on the desk, his long legs crammed under the table. He slouched over the desk, his chin sitting on its surface as he drew circles on it with a pen.

The room was awfully quiet. The detention teacher Mr. John Watts sat on the front desk. He had his thin glasses perched up to his nose and his eyes moved as he read a book on philosophy.

He glanced at Y/n and nodded for her to sit down, which she did.

She settled on the far corner of the room, away from Tom who sat within the front. He looked over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of her taking out a book from her bag.

She noticed it of course, but she only smiled when he looked away.

There was no sound within the small space except the sound of pen hitting wood from where Tom was at. Y/n couldn't do much except to read a book she had started earlier.

She opened the fifth page and began to read to herself whilst Tom did nothing at all.

A few moments had past and Y/n was already on the fortieth page, already invested. But her personal silence broke when she heard the sounds of snoring coming from the front.

She looked up and nearly let out a chuckle as she saw Mr. Watts lying on his chair, his glasses falling off his face with his mouth open as he slept with loud snores.

Tom was on the verge of nearly letting out a sound from desperately trying to contain his laugher.

The two exchanged glances and smiled sharing a moment on another's silliness. Tom nodded towards the door gesturing for the two of them to go out.

Y/n raised her eyebrows and shook her head, there was no way she was going to do something wrong without a reasonable motive, unless...

Tom got up from his seat and walked towards her. He sat on the seat right in front of her and leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"Wanna get out of here?" He spoke against her cheek, the contact sending shivers down her spine.

She looked at him for a moment.

She couldn't get out of detention, it was wrong. But then again, she didn't want to stay either.

Normally she'd disapprove from this sort of thing. But there was something about him that made her do everything she was forbidden too, everything immoral, everything exciting.

She smiled at him and nodded.

He returned that smile and said "wait" in a low voice. He began to take out a red balloon from his pocket and blew it.

He got up and stood next to Mr. Watts and motioned for Y/n to come towards him. She stood next to him and he gave her a pencil.