Tom Holland Imagines

Summer School T:H

A/N: Let's just pretend that Tom is 17 and you're 14 or 15. Whatever age! But also we'll pretend Tom is veryyyyyyy famous.

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It was the first day of summer school and I didn't know a single soul at this school. I saw a bunch of people running and screaming towards this guy. People were getting their picture taken with him and getting his autograph. I stood there, puzzled, and just staring. His friends were also taking pictures and autographing things. 

*WHISTLE* "Listen up everybody! We are going to assign you to your groups depending on your class!" As I stood there listening, a blonde, tall, muscular guy walked around, trying to find a spot to stand, caught my eye. I watched him and his eyes fixed to mine. I quickly looked down and tried to avoid meeting his eye contact, but he stood right beside me. "Hey, I'm Chris," he said. "Oh, h-hey," I stuttered, "I'm y/n. Sorry about the staring at you earlier, I just was looking at people and you seemed to need a spot." "It's fine," he laughed it off, "So, what class do you have?" "I have," I checked my phone, "mathematics. How about you?" "Oh! That's cool. I have science." "OK NOW GET INTO YOUR GROUPS!" The coach yelled. "Well, I guess we better get going," I said. "Yeah," Chris replied. As we walked our separate ways, he yelled, "See you later?" "Of course," I smiled. 

We walked into our classroom and I scanned the area. There were multiple classes in this room. There was English, mathematics, science... OH science! Chris is here too! "Hey guys! I'm your supervisor, Mr. Miller! I'm glad you chose, mathematics. Now shall we go outside to introduce ourselves?" I nodded and our group walked out. I hadn't payed much attention to the people in my group, so I turned to see the 3 guys who were taking pictures and autographing things earlier. They all looked at me and smiled. I smiled back and turned around. 

"Okay! I'm not an English teacher so I'm not going to be strict on whatever you say. Just make sure it's appropriate and say your name, age, and hobby/ies," Mr. Miller explained. "Now let's see, who wants to go first," nobody volunteered, so he chose who went first. Luckily, he chose the tall, soft chestnut colored hair, boy first, "Hey, I'm Harrison Osterfield, I'm 17, and my hobby is acting." The second boy was shorter then Harrison and the other guy, a bit chubbier, and wearing a cap, "Hello! I'm Jacob Batalon, I'm also 17, and my hobby is also acting," he laughed. The next guy was a bit shorter than Harrison, but taller than Jacob, his eyes a chocolate brown, "Hey! I'm Tom Holland, I'm 17 as well," the boys laughed, "my hobbies are dancing and acting." They all looked at me. "Umm, hi. My name's Y/n, I'm 15, and my hobby is figure skating (or whatever you want)" "Alrighty then! Let's get back into the classroom and I shall assign you seats," Mr. Miller said. Once we got back, he seated me next to Tom, who was on my right, and Jacob on my left. 

It was time for lunch, so I grabbed my phone and decided to walk to Chris. "Hey bud!" I said surprising him. "Oh! Heyyyyyyyyyy. Wanna walk together?" "Sure!" As we walked together, I felt someone watching me. I turned my head around to see if there was anyone looking, but all I saw was Tom and his friends. I shrugged it off and continued walking. Once we got to the cafeteria, the coach told us we had to sit with our class, but the supervisors will be sitting with each other. Chris and I said our goodbyes and left to get our food. I got some rice and shredded chicken and left. I sat a table slowly eating my small portion of food. 

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We were on our break, but we couldn't go to any other class, so I just sat there and stared at Chris. He was so cute when he laughed. He was the definition of perfect. I started to develop feelings for him, but something was off. On his break, he was always talking to his supervisor, which was female. She looked pretty young, maybe in her early 20s, but I just went back to work. I was writing notes when I heard the door open. I looked up and saw the coach there, "Ok! So now we are going to take a break for everybody so you can let your eyes rest. Have fun!" I was looking around for something to do, but I noticed Chris wasn't there, neither was his teacher. 

"Could I go get refreshed Mr. Miller?" "Ah! Of course," he let me go. I walked to the girls room when I heard a strange sound coming from inside. I cracked the door open, but I couldn't see anything I opened even bigger and saw Chris there. He was fucking his teacher. I pulled the door shut and ran out of the building tears pouring out of my eyes. Once I was far enough from the school, I sat down my back to a wall, my face in my knees. "Y/n? Are you okay?" I felt a warm hand rub my back. I looked up, my vision still blurry, and saw Tom sitting next me. I sniffed, "Y-yeah." "You don't seem alright," Tom says with true concern. "Because I'm not!" I yelped. 

I put my head on his shoulder as he comforted me. "Who did this to you?" He asked. "N-No one," I lied, not trying to cause drama. "Y/n, I know your lying," he laughed. His laugh made me happier. "C-Chris," I answered truthfully. "Oh! I'll kill him for yo-" I cut him off, "It's fine. Really." "Okay, whatever makes you happy," Tom kissed my forehead. I blushed and hid my face in his chest. "Awwww, you look so cute when your nervous," he gushed. 

"Y/N! Y/N! Where are you? I know you're around here! I'm sorry," I recognized the voice and my head shot up. "We need to get out of here. Please!" I whispered to Tom. "Of course," he answered. We ran to the next bathroom and cleaned myself up. When we had to get back to the class, Chris saw me and tried to approach me. "I don't think she wants to talk to you right now," Tom said threw his gritted teeth. "I don't care what you think! I care about what y/n thinks! Y/n are you okay?" Chris asked. I didn't answer him, I just looked at the floor. "y/n! Answer me!" Chris yelled. "I told you back off," Tom said, losing his patience. "Tom, stop." I finally said. "Ha! See she likes me more," Chris said proudly. "No I don't. Honestly, I love Tom. He's much better than you. You'll never be better than Tom, even if you try. I just think that you aren't worth our time." I said with a stern voice. "Let's get back to class, shall we Tom?" I hugged his chest. "Of course," Tom answered. 

For the rest of the week, I ignored Chris and Tom and I became closer. "Y/n," Tom grabbed my hands, "you are my light, please, I love you with all my heart, will you be my girlfriend?" "Oh my gosh! Of course! Yes!" I squealed. Our lips met and it felt amazing. I could hear Chris groan in the background and I laughed at him. "What's so funny?" Tom smiled. "Oh nothing," I continued to laugh. "I love you," Tom said, looking me in my eyes. "I love you too."

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A/N: I LOVE FLUFFY ENDINGS!!!!