Tom Holland x Reader Imagines

22: Karma

"It's called Karma, bitch!" I shouted, throwing another rock. It hit my exes car, and dented it, just like I'd wanted it to.

The wrench and pry bar lay beside my feet, forgotten for the moment. They'd successfully broke both windshield and headlights.

The bat had broken the other windows and taillights. It hang loosely in my left hand.

"Karma," I panted. "Bites you in the ass, don't it?"

My ex stood behind his car, panting, holding his hands up, eyes wide, panicky. "Wh-what's going on, Y/N? Drunk?"

I frowned deeply at him. "Oh no, honey. I'm just so mad at you for going and kissing what's-her-name!"

His chest rose and fell, as he stared at the car and at the bat in my hand. "Why'd you do this?!"

"Why do you think?!" I screamed back, clenching my fingers around the bat.

A car drove past the driveway we stood in, and screeched to an awfully loud halt a few feet past.

The driver got out, which I knew not from looking but listening. High heels clicked toward me rapidly.

"Y/N?! Babes! What's going on?!"

It was Z.

I gripped the bat tighter and held it up, aiming it behind me. The heel clicking noise stopped.

"Whoa, whoa, honey, lower the bat, it's okay!" Z said.

I kept staring a hole into my ex. "It's not okay. I can't stand being cheated on. One more time and I swear to god I'll kill the ungrateful bastard instead of his ugly-ass car!" My voice rose to a full-on shout toward the end.

Z sighed.

I felt the bat slide out of my fingers, and jumped, turning to see S had taken off her shoes and taken the bat from me.

Perfect makeup was beginning to run down her cheeks with a few tears. "Come on babes, let's go home," she pleaded.

I turned to my ex. "You, your royal bitchiness, are so damn lucky she's here," I snarled.

Z took a deep, steadying breath as she slowly steered me away. Over her shoulder, as she bent to pick up her shoes, she said, "And you're so damn lucky I'm famous, or I'd beat your ass and happily go to jail for first-degree murder."

My ex held a hand over his face. "I'm an idiot," he mumbled.

"You sure are!" I yelled in a gleeful voice as Z opened her car door for me.

"Where do you want to go?" Z asked, sliding in next to me. The driver put the car back in gear. "My house?" She offered. "Harrison's?"

Z had a whole list. I'd know. We'd done this so many friggin times before, when boy after boy cheated on me.

She cried with me every time, cause she's an actress, and somehow having someone else cry with me made me feel less weak.

So right now, my head in her lap, she cried with me. "Tom's?"

I held my breath. Yes, suggest the name of the boy I've loved but never managed to catch. "Sure, let-let's go there."

"I can't stay, so I'll call him and see if we can drop you off, okay?" She said, wiping her nose. I nodded, so she dug her cell phone out of her sequin-covered purse and tapped away.

She put it on speaker, her arms beside my head as she rested it on my stomach.

"Hello?" Said a hot British accented voice.