[Unfinished.]PHOTOGENIC LOVER ♡ Tommyinnit X MALEReader

CH 1. Behavior Issues

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"Thomas, Simons," Mr Watson began, straightening some papers on his desk that most likely had to do with me. I cringed at the use of my full name. I turned my gaze to the floor, and planted a irritated look on my face. "Sigh, Look, do I really have to say anything about this?" He asked. I didn't respond, just simply continued to have a staring contest with one of the floor boards. We sat there in silence until he spoke up. "I guess I do, seeing as you don't know why you're here," he sighed.
'I know exactly what's going on, I just don't have to say anything to you,' I thought and pouted. "This morning during a second period, in science, when told to answer a question you told the teacher to 'F' off, In third period during PE, you complained how "boring" the class was, and when the teacher told you to do twenty laps around the field as punishment, you told her to get lost, and walked out of class, during first lunch, you-" "I GET IT! I'VE BEEN AN ARSEHOLE!" I snapped. Mr Watson's face was one of shock and annoyance. "-now make me do the- stupid writing task and phone my mum already so I can leave," I spat.

Mr Watson was not the regular councilor, he knew me well, I've been here enough times to know that's true. But just because he knows me well, doesn't make him more of a friend and less of a teacher. "Tom, don't yell in my face," he growled. "Sorry..." I mumbled, a sad look entering my irritated look still dominant on my face. "Tom, you know how this kind of behavior this is," he reminded. "I know, disrespectful," i muttered. "But do you really? Because you say you do but then proceed to make the same mistake again," He retorted. I opened my mouth to say something, but a smart response didn't come, so I huffed and closed my mouth, looking to the floor boards again. "...Tommy, you used to be such a good kid, average, sometimes excelling grades, lively attitude, a mood that lit up the room, what happened?" He asked.
My eyes began to swell at the thoughts of past me, of...dad.

"YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED PHIL! MY DAD LEFT ME! ALL ALONE! WHEN HE PROMISED HE WOULD NEVER!" I slammed my hands against the desk and yelled, as tears streamed down my eyes, and onto Mr. Watson's papers. "...You know what h-happened Mr. Watson...B-But he's gone, and I'm still here, so what's even the point," I mumble and slump back into the chair across from Mr. Watson. We sat in silence for awhile. "Tommy, I know what happened with your dad, he didn't leave you, not by choice," Mr. Watson explained. 'Like you'd know that.' "But, That shouldn't change how you wanna be, look if you're not gonna be better for yourself, atleast be better for your mother, alright?" He asked.

I looked up at him through my watery blurry vision, and blinked so my vision would go clear. "...alright," I murmured. "Good man," he smiled. "Now, for you're punishment-" "You're not gonna tell my mum are you?!" I worried. "No, no, I'm not, but I am going to set you to some after school work," he sighed. "So, detention?" I furrowed my brows. "Yes Tommy, Detention. It's for a months time, so thirty days," he explained. I didn't complain, I probably deserved it. "You'll just be cleaning up certain classrooms until they're completely clean every Monday, Wednesday and Friday, okay mate?" He quipped. "Yes sir," i muttered.
"But, you wont be alone," he said. I looked up with curious eyes, who else would be with me? "There's this lad in one of the performing arts classes, who, like you, hasn't been behaving well, and will be joining you to clean up classes after school," he explained.

'Oh great a theatre kid.'

"Sounds thrilling Mr. Watson," I roll my eyes. "Please Tommy, call me Phil," he smiled. "Sounds THRILLING Phil," I sarcastically cheered. "Alright mate," he chuckled. "You're excused, don't forget, 3 o'clock after school, class CH4," he sighed, and with that I thanked him, grabbed me bag and left. I walked down the corridors, and outside into campus. I speed walked to the art building, and peaked behind it. There sitting down, was Toby, Mark and Freddie, their backs facing me. I crept up slowly behind Toby, positioned my hands over his shoulders, then- "BOO!" "AAAHHHHHhhHOLY SHIT MAN!" Toby screeched in fear, making Mark and Freddie jump abit aswell. "PFFTBAHAHAA! I GOT YOU! GAHAHAA!" I cackled. "You fucking bastard YOU WONT GET AWAY WITH THIS!" Toby yelled. "Sighh yeah, yeah Tubs, whatever you say," I chuckled. "Asshole," he grinned. I sat down next to Toby on the concrete floor, and me and Toby did our classic handshake. The handshake we've had since we were fourteen, it really goes way back, just like me and Toby.