16 years old in high school.
You were relatively popular but not 'bitch' popular if you catch my drift.
There was this guy, every girl loved, but you didn't want to be the same. But he was hot.
I wonder if he knows me. I mean, I'm kinda popular I guess.
"Hey. 4 O'Clock. Hottie looking at you..." Your best friend said to you. "Don't look yet."
"What?" You said as you turned around and made eye contact with the guy.
Tom Holland.
The popular hottie that every girl loved.
As soon as you locked eyes with Tom, you panicked, blushed and turned back around to your friends with a worried look on your face.
"Oh my gosh. You didn't say it was Tom." You said with clenched teeth.
"Why? What's the problem?"
"It's him. Tom! He doesn't even know who I am. He's probably looking at someone else."
"I wouldn't be too sure about that. He's still staring Y/N."
You looked back and you made eye contact yet again, and he smiled. He saw you nervously smile which made him blush.
He. Never. Blushes.
He makes the girls swoon but he never reacts to anyone. Not like that anyway.
Were you the one girl that Tom genuinely had feelings for and is this 'bad boy, I can get anyone' act to get you attention?
No...or is it?
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Peter Parker and Tom Holland Imagines
FanfictionOne shots and short stories about Tom Holland and the characters he has played! 🤍 *i also do occasional imagines of Harrison Osterfield just for fun :)* *COMPLETED* I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS THIRTEEN SO PLEASE PARDON ANY POOR WRITING OR LANGUAGE OR C...
