✔️ Tom Holland Imagines

Falling For The Right Guy

Summary: Being the Queen B came with it's perks... but guys flirting with you non stop was definitely not one of them. Well.. that was until you met him.

Requested: Yes. Thank you for the request ! xo If you really wanna dig the vibe... I suggest listening to <– as you read! :))

Word Count: 3.9k+

Warning(s)?: None? Light swearing and adorable fLUFFFF

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Falling For The Right Guy

You strolled through the hallway in a tired manner, you only woke up 15 minutes ago and it felt like death was upon you today. You removed the sunnies from your head and popped them into your hair, reaching your locker.

"Have you been watching Runway social suicide again?" Your best friend Allison comes up to you, eyeing your You glance down at yourself and shrug your shoulders, not really caring today what the hell you looked like.

"No, these are express from biteme.com" You sassed back, placing a hand onto your hip. She rolls her eyes at you and laughs.

"Only you can manage to pull off an outfit like that" She states, finishing collecting her books for her next class, English, which also happened to be yours as well.

"Me and my label whores take great offense to that" You reply with mock hurt, placing a hand of your heart for a dramatic effect. Allison rolls her eyes at you and shuts her locker, beginning to walk away from you and off into the classroom.

You turned to your on locker with a tired sigh and grab your books out, closing it shut once you were done. You turned back around to notice you were getting some very unwanted attention. You sighed again, noticing some of the guys were even wolf whistling at you.

Plastering a fake smile, you beamed it towards them, causing their eyes to widen in shock. It wasn't every day that the school Queen B noticed them. Yes, you heard that right, you were popular in high school. In fact, Some even referred you to the Queen B. How stereotypical seeing you were no where near in fact a mean girl.

"Hey baby, can I have your number?" A sleezeball called out as you made your way past the crowd. With a smirk you didn't even bother turning around to voice your response.

"Yeah, 1800-kiss-my-ass" You sassed back as you walked away and into the classroom. Okay... maybe you were a little.

~Lunch

"I swear to flipping god if I have to sit through another god damn lecture I'll kill myself" One of the girls complained from around the table. You rolled your eyes at her softly smiled as you took your seat, placing your jacket next to you.

"Why don't you commit suicide? It's more effective" One of the girls responds. Your eyes widen and a laugh seems to lodge itself in the back of your throat. Oh gosh where was Allison when you needed her. You could only handle these airheads for so long before heads began to roll... literally.

"Killing yourself is suicide Stacy" The blonde beside her nudged her shoulder. Stacy turned around and frowned, seeming to put the pieces together. You laughed at their exchange and began to tuck into your lunch that you brought from home. You hardly ever liked what they sold here so you brought your own lunch from home.

Rice crackers, your favourite.

"Y/N?" Your head popped up at the mention of your name across the table. You finished the bite you were on and smiled.

"Nick wanted me to give this to you.." Eleanor trailed off, passing you a slip of paper. You began to unfold the note and read the messy writing.

~Meet me under the bleachers, fourth period ;)