Violet Moonlight- (Jefferson x Reader)

First Period Fright

  Dashing to your first period, up some stairs and around many corners you make it to your class. You sit in your seat and take out a pencil. German class was a little boring but you got through it.

  "(Y/n)." The raspy voice of the teacher emitted from her desk. She shoved a few papers in your direction. "You failed." It's like she wanted students to hear!

  "I- uh.. oh." You managed to climb out of your desk to grab the papers, many marked with a large F in a bland font.

  A couple of students started to snicker as you sat back down, dissatisfied with your work. Soon after looking through the papers, someone had sat next to the empty chair next to you warming your personal space.

  "Thomas-" you turned to look at him.

  "John~" The freckled boy smirked. "Thomas has French class." He looked like he was lost in your eyes. You had jumped when you realized who he was, quite shocked you spoke back looking into his lovely green eyes.

"Oh, yes, I should've known hahah.." This was getting a little awkward.

Knowing him for at least 5 seconds or more you knew he'd keep rambling on about how pretty you were. Which he did. You seemed to enjoy this. His charisma and his character were so lovable but not as lovable as Thomas'. You just melted into the conversation before class started, to give yourself a sense of life. This is what you're living for, kindness and compassion. Not some school bringing you down for your mistakes.

The conversation soon turned into a full on staring contest of silent compliments. You stared into his sparkling emeralds as he stared back to yours. This day couldn't get more pure.

But this wasn't the boy you were after. You felt real feelings for a tall, slim, handsome man by the name of Thomas Jefferson. He made your heart skip a beat when you saw him for the first time. He was like a drug you wanted him more and more and again and again, it just wasn't enough.

You shook your head. You only met him once and you think like that. What's wrong with me??

You just kept thinking about him until you heard the painful tin noise of the bell, ringing through your ears obnoxiously.

"Class begins now." The teacher growled.

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  Soon enough you were in study hall with none other than Thomas himself. When you approached him he smiled a genuine smile and gave you what he called a 'friendly hug.'

  "How was your day, princess?" He complimented, gazing at your appearance.

  "Oh it was fine." You replied with a small fade of blush threatening to overcome your face.

He made his way behind you, placing his his soft hands on your shoulders in a silky but desirable way. He stifled a laugh. "Aww look at the cutie." He praised.

"You're such a doofus." You joked, covering your face in pure mortification.

  Your playful compliments soon turned into a full conversation as you got lost in his lovely locks of stringy hair. It was so magical, like you could get lost in there.

  Thomas noticed this and shook his head letting his hair flow wildly. "Like what you see?" He snickered causing you to exuberantly punch him just the slightest bit. "Maybe." You poked fun at him.

  You just kept your gaze at his hair then his face, hair, face, hair, face. You didn't know what looked better. You didn't notice but Thomas started to speak.

  "...then, would you like to touch it?" He asked as you shook your head.

  Blush dabbed at your face as you covered your eyes. "Wh-what?.." you asked.

  "My hair." Thomas replied most faultlessly.

  "Oh.." you started to laugh a bit at your own stupidity and stuck your arm out. You started to pet the top of his head delicately then started to make your way down to the strings of his hair. You ran your fingers through like water. No tangles! This boy is so perfect..

  You smiled pulling him in for a hug, to no surprise he hugged back with a grin.

  "Our love is like macaroni, it's absolutely difficult to resist." Thomas stated with a small laugh.

  "We're not even dating." You struck back, still linked with the hug.

       "In my dreams, we soon will"