[Unfinished.]PHOTOGENIC LOVER ♡ Tommyinnit X MALEReader

CH 4. Someone's in trouble

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I was sitting at my desk, doing some more studying for class. I thought maybe if I requested extra work, I'd get on the teachers good side and be able to do the production, but it's only giving me an extra headache and taking away my sleeping time.

I'm not a bad student. Well, in some cases.
Do I fight kids? No.
Do I vandalise? No.
Do I do drugs? No, I smoke, but not drugs.
Do I not listen in class? Yes...
Do I interrupt the teacher with snarky comments? Maybe...
Do I always end up late along with my papers and essays? Perhaps?

So, I'm not a perfect student, but who is? The point is I could be worse, let's be grateful this is how bad it gets.

I angrily tapped my pen on the paper, as if maybe if I tapped it enough time times the work would appear right in front of me already written out. I grunted to myself, dropped my pen and held my head in my hands. I wish I was anywhere else right now. Maybe even in detention with Tommy. I appreciate our time, we've been going there for only a few days, but when we do it's nice.

It's a break from everyone else, everyone who's rowdy and judgefull, and full of shit, but just me and Tommy. He doesn't like talking to me, but when we talk, sometimes I can break his hard exterior and see his softer sides. The side that loves and cares for his friends and family, the side that's messy and improper, the side that's funny and full of sarcasm. I realise I'm thinking about Tommy too much, and feel my face heat up and eyes widen.

"Ughhh get to work [Y/N], this is no time for you to be thinking about your detention buddy," I groaned. I looked down at my watch, 12:57am. "Happy Thursday."

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Thursday's a good day. It's my favourite day of the week, because by Thursday half of the weeks gone, and on Thursdays I always have that little boost of energy that gets me going until Friday. Also because Thursdays are the second to last day of the school week, and who doesn't love the school week being over?

I stride through the halls with my flap back hanging on my left shoulder and holding my semi-finished papers in the other. Today I'm wearing cargo pants, a coffee coloured jumper, and a grey button up over the jumper, along with my circular glasses. I make my way to my locker to grab my things, when I suddenly hear the sound of rowdy teens. I look over to my right and see people with their phones rushing in the direction of my head. I hear one repetitive, and irritating word.

Fight.

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I just wanted to go to the art block to sign up for the photography class. I didn't want to end up in the vision of Dream. I hate Dream. I hate his name as well, it's very inaccurate to him, he's more like a bloody nightmare. His real name is Clay, but everyone knows him as Dream, since thats the only thing he's introduced himself as. I don't care what his name is, he's a dick head.

I was walking through the halls, then felt an aggressive bump on my shoulder, making my slightly lose my balance. "Agh! Hey watch where you're..." I snarl then turn to see who I was talking to. "Hm? What was that Timmy?" Dream smirked, his little minions (Nick and George) snickering behind him. I stood still and felt my fists grip tighten. "Nothing."  I spat. "Hey hey! Slow down pal where are you heading in such a hurry?" He mocked.

"Uh, None of your business?" I squinted. "Looks like your heading to photography to me," George hummed. Nick and George didn't intimidate me, I was a whole foot taller than them both, they just pissed me off. "Hm...well, that's all I needed to know! Bye bye now Timmy!" He waved before walking off with Nick and George trailing behind him. "Its Tommy," I spat. "Whatever...dick wad," he hissed.