Your head was down when you walked into your school. You were one of the out casts in your school. Most people know you because of their hatred for you. You didn't know why. You used to be the one who talks a lot and is always happy but you changed when people started bullying you.
You clenched your books to your chest as you walked into your homeroom. Most people were already there. Paper balls were thrown at you as soon as you took your seat. You just rolled your eyes and took your phone out, texting your boyfriend. Tom Holland.
You might be as out cast but you're definitely not a loser on the internet. When you were 12 and Tom was 16 you guys started talking on Instagram when he first got his account. You guys became friends then a couple. You were with him for 2 years now, the first 3 years were just you guys becoming close friends.
You guys met twice when he came back to England but didn't do anything major, when you were 15. He couldn't visit you that much because of his career and he was young. He couldn't just drive to your place without an explanation since you didn't live in London. Nobody knew about you guys except Harrison.
You guys knew that it was illegal for him to date someone who was way younger than him but you guys didn't care. Love is love.
"Oh my gosh, she's texting someone." A girl scoffed.
"Like internet friends are better than friends at school." The boy behind you laughed at you with his friends.
They're actually the best kind of friends, you thought.
You looked up when you felt paper balls hitting your back. You glared at the bullies behind you, you shook your head and went back to texting your friends and boyfriend.
You : They have to stop throwing their bullshit at me. 🙄
Tom : Wait until they meet me
You : Don't think that'll ever happen.
Tom : Who knows.. it's Friday right?
You : Yup, anyway ttyl teachers here.
Tom : By love
You put you phone in your jean pocket as your homeroom teacher walked in. You rested your chin on the palm of your hand as you sat there in boredom as the class made fun of your clothing.
When the teacher looked away you took your chin out of your palm and showed the students your middle finger.
"Teacher-!" A girl shouted and scoffed when the bell ran cutting her off. You tried to stop your laugh and went to your class.
Your eyes were droopy as you sat in your language class, the teacher was blabbing on and on as the class yawned.
"Have you seen the new Spiderman movie?" You heard Katy, the girl who scoffed at you asked.
"No, don't think it will be fun." Her friend said. You leaned back into your seat, trying to hear them.
"Same, but I think the actor who is called Tom is hot so there's one reason to watch the movie." She whispered.
What a bitch, you thought.
"If he knows you do you think he'll date you?" Her friend asked.
"Yeah, definitely I mean, look at me." You gagged a bit, covering your mouth with your cupped hand.
He hates you, you thought because you told him about her.
"What was that Y/n?" Katy asked, leaning toward you.
