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HOODIES | tom holland

in which tom likes a girl that always wears a hoodie bc she gets cold easily and he thinks it's adorable

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It was a habit to never leave the house without a hoodie. She could never do it.

One, she enjoyed being in the comfort of her own hoodies, wrapped around her frail body as she walked through campus, backpack slung over her shoulder.

Two, she got cold easily.

It didn't bother her, wearing various hoodies a week, as she constantly changed, and when one was too thin, she would run back to her apartment, across her study hall, and slip a different one on.

She didn't think anyone would notice, because, who would? The only thing her classmates were interested in was the new homework and various presentations their classes had given them. They only wished to get through their classes and go home, or go to the latest frat party that was happening over the weekend.

But no one paid any attention to the hoodie girl.

At least, that's what she thought.

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Tom Holland was the most popular frat boy on campus. He was the leader of the frat house known for throwing the best parties on the UCLA campus as he kept up with his studies and made the worst parties seem like the best.

Everyone seemed to know his name. Everyone knew who he was. All girls wanted to have him.

Yet, he only had eyes for one girl.

The one girl who never came to his parties. The one who didn't even glance at the frat's as she walked to her house during her free period. The one who always seemed to be wrapped in a hoodie. The one who glanced at him and gave him a small smile whenever they'd walk past each other.

She was perfect.

And he wished she would notice him.

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"Tom, we need to get to our Physical Theatre class!"

Tom turned to his best friend, Harrison, who walked up to him, as he shoved his books into his backpack and slung it over his shoulder, not missing a beat. His headphones were pulled out of his ears before he stood up and walked with Harrison to the building on the far left of campus, where their theatre class would be starting.

"Do we have to throw another party this weekend? I kind of don't want to."

"You know we have to, Harrison. Plus, the whole frat voted, and it's not my choice." Tom answered briskly, as he knew his best friend was sick and tired of the parties, the same mood going over Tom's body as he realized how tired he actually was.

He hadn't gotten much sleep, seeing as his frat mates kept playing the same Kanye West for over 3 hours and wouldn't let him get a wink of sleep. He needed to study for a performance he was doing and he couldn't even do that. All because his frat mates wanted another party.

"We need to get out of that frat, mate. I'm done with the parties." Harrison argued, as he walked alongside his best friend, bags under his bright blue eyes. His right hand was clutching his backpack as his left held a Starbucks drink and his phone.