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New Girl (Part 3 & 4) // Tom Holland

Word Count: 3550

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"No, no! It's like this." I shooed Tom out of the way and showed him how to grade the paper again. He groaned and put his hands on the back of the chair I was sitting in.

"Why don't you just do it then?" I sighed, turning to face him again. It's been three months since the bar incident, and Tom and I have been getting along quite nicely. We bicker here and there – but, like we've noticed, we're completely different people. It's expected. We'd go to lunch together, go grocery shopping together and we've even gone a couple of, non-successful, double dates.

"You said you'd help grade the homework! I have to make this test that I forgot I assigned tomorrow." Tom looked at you, his eyebrows pulled in. "What?"

"If you don't have the test ready," his hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose, "why don't you just reschedule the test?" I opened my mouth to say something, probably to call him an idiot like I usually did, but noticed he had a point. I turned back toward the homework Tom was grading and reached toward my laptop, quickly hitting the ctrl + s keys and saving the work I had already done before closing my laptop. I heard Tom scoff above me, I looked up to see him shaking his head. "Idiot."

"Shut up, Holland!"

"Well, you're welcome." It was my turn to scoff.

"For?"

"Um," he gave me a look that could only be a duh look, "for saving you time?"

"Oh, you're right," I said sarcastically, "thank you, Tom. For having common sense – for once." He nodded his head, pursing his lips.

"You know what, (L/N)?"

"And they're fighting again." Tom and I directed our gaze toward the front door, seeing Jacob and Harrison walk through with a couple of boxes of pizza. I walked over to help Jacob with the drinks as he closed the door.

"We're not fighting, we're bickering," I nudged Harrison's shoulder, "it's good for moral." He rolled his eyes, a smile on his face as he passed me a plate.

"So, you going out with your boy-toy tonight?" I looked up at Jacob, sticking my tongue out at his childish tone.

"Don't call him that, his name is Tony! And, no, it's a school night." I had been seeing Tony for about a month. We started out as just bed buddies and one day something just snapped. When we kissed we didn't rush it, and he started to stay over more and then he asked me out – he broke the bubble.

"Well, don't have too much fun with all that homework, tiger," Tom grabbed his plate and winked at me, grabbing a beer and heading toward his room. I watched as he left, trying to ignore the burning in my cheeks after he winked at me. I tried to replace Tom's face with Tony's. Tony, Tony, Tony.

"Tom, Tom, Tom!" I exclaimed. "Z, that's all I see! Why am I thinking about him so much now? Ever since that stupid incident at the bar I don't just see Tom as my roommate. I see him as a... as a – well, as a man!" Zendaya nodded as she watched me pace in her living room from her couch.

"It's normal. He's an attractive, young, single guy." She shrugged, I let out an exasperated sigh.

"Exactly! He's single – I'm not. Tony, he's great. But, my stupid roommate with the stupid British accent with that stupid smug smile keeps popping up in my stupid head at random moments." I plopped myself down next to her. "What do I do?"

"You tell him," my eyes widened.

"That's the last thing I should do – we're roommates." Zendaya shrugged, causing me to roll my eyes again.