SMUT!
y/n's pov
As I walked into the house, I immediately regretted it. The stench of alcohol filled my nose, the loud music practically burst my eardrums and in every corner there were people making out.
This really wasn't my scene. I wasn't a geek or anything but I didn't like loud places. But my friend dragged me away from revision, insisting I needed a break.
"Nope, I'm going." I turned around immediately.
"No! Come on, it'll be fun!" My friend laughed and pulled me back in.
We spotted a few people we knew in the kitchen so went over and said hello before grabbing a drink. As I put the vodka and coke to my lips I winced, the burning sensation trickling down my throat.
"God how do people drink this stuff every weekend?" I coughed, chuckling.
"Dude come on, loosen up!" My friend nudged me and pulled me into the lounge. I plopped down on the sofa, realising that my friend had abandoned me and was talking to some guy she was obviously flirting with.
Great.
My eyes scanned across the room, attempting to recognise at least a few people. I mean, I've been at university for a year now, you'd think I would know some people. As my eyes landed on him, I regretted even more coming to this party.
Tom Holland.
I hated that man with a burning passion. He was best friends with my roommate Harrison. Tom had decided he was going to make my life difficult, constantly teasing me every time he met up with Haz. It made me even more angry because he was the sexiest man I'd ever seen yet he was so infuriating.
My eyes scanned down his figure; muscles flexed and legs spread. I couldn't help but take a sharp intake of breath as I soaked in his gorgeous body. I let my gaze wander up to that incredible jawline sharpened to perfection and those soft brown loose curls falling perfectly. The smirk that was plastered over his tanned face made my heart pound.
He was so annoying.
In true Tom Holland style, he had his arm wrapped around a girl. Just another girl he can get a quick fuck out of. I could've felt sorry for her if she was practically throwing herself at him. He brought his hand to her thigh, squeezing it slightly making her giggle.
My jaw clenched.
As he brought his beer up to his lips, he locked his eyes with mine. He winked playfully, besides my face clearly showing I was not enjoying the show.
I huffed and rolled my eyes, earning a low chuckle from him. I went to get up when I heard his voice below.
"Y/n Y/l/n. Never would've thought we'd see the miss goody-two-shoes at a party!" He laughed.
"Shut up Holland." I spoke through gritted teeth.
"Oooo, I really have an affect on you dont I?" He raised his eyebrows, licking his lips with a smirk.
"Yeah, you wish."
I walked away and went straight to my friend. I wanted to leave. She was still flirting with the same guy.
"Hey! Sorry I left for a bit." She smiled.
"It's fine but I wanna go." I sighed.
