Dating A Demon (Tom x Reader (Star vs. The forces of Evil))

chapter 4

 A/N: Ugh, late publish. Sorry guys ima be better. Enjoy!

   The next day I got up late, but it didn't really matter much. Most mornings I dressed to make myself comfortable and did my hair up decently with some simple makeup.

  Today I grab a pair of dark jeans and a maroon colored long sleeve shirt, then I grab my converse.

  I then go to the bathroom and do my priorities, like brushing of the teeth, and put my hair up in a messy bun. I fill in my eyebrows a bit, then shrug, satisfied enough.

  I grab my bag then head out the door, Star and Marco right behind me.

  "Yyyyyyy/nnnnnnnn," Star yawns.

  "What?" I say, smiling at her.

  "I'm tired," She complains while leaning on Marco and wrapping her arms around his neck.

  I laugh and nudge her. "I don't know why, I mean, its not like you danced all night at a special ball or anything."

  She glares at me, squinting her eyes. I just laugh.

  When we arrive at school I leave them to go find my locker.

  My phone buzzes in my back pocket, and out of habit I grab it and pull up to the notification screen.

  Ugh, just Facebook asking me to update my status. Ugh...

  I go to put it back, but as I look up I'm suddenly faced to face with a guy, and we crash into each other.

  I land on the ground, frustratingly trying to pick up the papers that flew out from my apparently open backpack.

  I stop and stare at a stack he had collected and now has shoved in front of my face, with my phone in the other hand.

  I look up at him as I take them.

  He's painfully attractive, and by painful I mean way out of my league.
  He has his soft black hair messily brushed forward in different directions, and his eyes are like pale blue moons besides the black irises. His face is beautifully chiseled, with his delicate cheek bones and strong jaw line.

  He smiles at me, showing bright vibrant teeth. I feel my heart shatter from beating so fast. He wears a thick black hoop in one ear and two small gauges in the other.

  "Hi, I'm, sorry." He says calmly as he extends a hand out to me. His voice is silky smooth and almost tempting, and somehow sounds familiar.

  I raise and eyebrow as I take his hand and shake it. "Nice to meet you, Sorry."

  He raises an eyebrow for a second, then chuckles as he helps me up. I can't help but feel tingly where he touches me.

  He laughs slightly, which sounds like music.

  "Oh, no my name is T-" he stops himself and helps me up. "Jake."

  "T-Jake?" I say, smiling a bit while raising my eyebrows.

  "Just, Jake." He says smiling.

  I tuck the papers back into my bag as he stares at me.

  "You're pretty."

  I look around behind me, wondering who he was talking to.

  He chuckles and grabs my wrist gently. "I'm talking to you, silly goose."
I feel my nerves rocketing around inside me.

  I look at him wide-eyed. "Me? Oh thanks for the sarcasm. I've got to go."  I say as I rip my wrist from his grasp then keep walking.

 
   "Wait!" He says before jumping in front of me and holding me back by grabbing my shoulders.

  I just stand there, kinda shocked.

  He removes his hands and puts them in his pockets nervously.

  "Sorry, I'm, uh, new here. Could you maybe help me around?" He tries.

  It's almost adorable how nervous he seems. I sigh and look over as a loud commotion erupts from one of the hallways.

  Ugh, cool kids.

  I look at them for a moment, then turn back to Jake. He'd fit in with them perfectly. Attractive, new, fancy clothing, other things I'm not.

  I point at them. "I think you'd fit in better over there. Not with dweebs like me."

  His eyebrows furrow. "When did fitting in ever matter?"

  I look at him shocked. "Don't you wanna be cool? Isn't that like the ultimate goal of any teenager? You'd do it very easily. Just go talk to them."

  He almost glares, but quickly catches himself softens his face immediately. "I'd rather talk to you."

  I blink several times.

Wow, is this seriously happening? Man, I don't know wha.... eh...

  "O-k?" I grab at my straps. "Let me see your schedule." I put my hand out.

  "Oh, schedule?" He smiles and rubs the back of his neck. "Can I see yours first?"

  I give him a concerned look, but swing my backpack from over my shoulder, then dig through it to find the probably crumpled paper.

  When I find it I hand it to him. He smiles as he looks at it, then pulls a paper out from behind himself, as if it just appeared out of nowhere.

  "No way! We have the same exact schedule!" He smiles.

  I just smile cringily. How the heck am I supposed to not seem awkward all day!?

  Come on (y/n). You can do this! He's hot and you've watched a lot of movies with flirtatious girls in it. Just do it!

  I smile at him. "Okay then!"

  He smiles back as he returns my schedule.

  I motion down the correct hallway to our first hour. "Right this way."

I cross my fingers as we walk, hopeful that I don't screw this up.