𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧

Toby awoke that morning to the vibration of a phone. Assuming it was his, he picked it up and answered the call without a second thought.

"Hello?" He greeted groggily. Almost immediately, there was a silence. "Toby?" A squeaky, yet grunge voice questioned through the phone. "Yep, that's me. Who is this by the way?" He waited a few seconds before hearing her answer. "It's Taylor." She introduced in a fake happy, customer service like tone. Toby paused, pulling the phone away from his face so he could take a better look. He knew at that moment, that the phone wasn't his.. It was Holly's. "If it's okay." Taylor started, "I'd like for you to put Holly on the phone for me." 

"Sure."

Toby looked down at Holly, who was sound asleep in his hoodie, her hair messed up a little. She looked peaceful. He didn't want to wake her, but he knew he had to. Before he could even wake Holly up, Taylor's voice boomed. "I just fucking knew it! You're with him again! I can't even believe you right now." Her voice sounded like nails on a chalkboard at this point, however, Toby bit his tongue and stayed silent, letting her continue. "I can't wait to see those fuckers screw you over, and when they do, don't expect us to fucking help you." Toby saw it now. He saw just how vain and malicious Taylor was. He interrupted her. "Yep, still here." He spoke. "If you want to shit talk me that's fine, but next time I suggest you make sure you've got the right person on the other end." With that statement, Taylor went silent, hanging up the phone instantly. 

As the phone call ended, Holly started to open her eyes. She groaned. "What time is it?"  Holly asked, rubbing her eyes. Toby looked at Holly, greeting her with a smile."It's around like 20 past 8.".

Holly's eyes opened wide as she jolted upright. "Fuck, I'm going to be late for school!" She worried, forcing herself to get out of bed. Toby looked at her. She looked so precious as she stood there in his hoodie. It was so oversized on her that it fit her like a dress. She took one look in her mirror and started to freak out anymore. "I need to do my hair, but I'm just way too fucking tired." Toby's eyes lit up with excitement. "Come here, then." He beckoned. Holly looked at him, obviously confused. "Come where?" Toby gestured toward the floor. "Come sit on the floor, and I'll do your hair for school." Holly felt nervous, but she was too tired to argue.

He ran the brush through her short, blonde hair as Holly rested her eyes. "That feels nice." Holly sighed contently as Toby kept brushing her hair. "Good." He chuckled as he grabbed the hair tie from his wrist and wrapped it around her hair, giving her a nice ponytail. "All done." He spoke, helping Holly to her feet so she could check herself out in the mirror. She took one look at herself, and she couldn't bare to look away. There were no bumps, no flyaways.. nothing. It was perfect. She turned to him, thanking him immensely. 

"You're welcome, but if we wanna be on time for school we need to leave now." Holly ran to get her schoolbag, and double checked the contents just to make sure she had everything she needed for the day. 

~ time skip to school ~ 

Toby and Holly walked through the large, black gates and made their way to the school canteen so that Toby could place his usual lunch order. Holly decided that instead of waiting in line with him, she'd wait at one of the benches. Within only a couple of minutes, she heard someone screaming. She stood up and turned around, only to come face to face with a very angry Taylor. 

"Of course he was at your house! I bet you two were just fucking non stop! You're an even bigger slut than I fucking thought." She screamed, slapping Holly across the face. This caught lots of attention from by standing students, causing an uproar in excitement. Holly looked at Taylor, confused. "What the fuck are you talking about? How would you even know Toby was at my house anyways!?" Taylor glared at her, rolling her eyes and kissing her teeth. "I know this because your little fuck buddy answered the phone this morning when I called you!" Holly fell silent. "First of all, what happened between Toby and I last night was the same as always - purely fucking platonic. The sooner you get that through your thick fucking skull the better. Secondly, who I have over at my house has nothing to do with you whatsoever. Get off your fucking high horse and shut the fuck up, because I don't think I'm the only one who is absolutely fucking tired of hearing you complain all the fucking time." Taylor looked back at Holly, and with every second that passed, her resentment grew. She walked up to Holly, balling her hand up into a fist, when a certain boy stood in front of Holly, shielding her from Taylor's wrath. 

"I'd think about your next move here, Taylor." A deep, stern voice instructed. Taylor raised her fist, attempting to punch him. Her plan of action was unsuccessful;, as Holly's unknown protector caught Taylor's fist in his hand. 

Holly looked up at the boy, wanting to thank her knight in shining armour, only to find he was more familiar to her than she had thought. 

"Henry?!"