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(F/C)~ Favorite coffee
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Tom knew he was cute. That was a fact. He always used it to his advantage. Especially when it came to girls. He would have them wrapped around his finger in a heart beat. A mixture of his british accent, and beautiful brown eyes he had any girl kissing at his feet in a matter of seconds.
That was obviously his favorite thing about high school. Now in his senior year he had basically gone out with every girl. Except one.
"Ok so here's what you do," Luke said as he looked at his friend with a smirk, "just walk in there and act casual. Ask for her name all that normal stuff, then ask her if she wants to get out of here and hang out."
All the boys looked a Tom expectedly. Tom however had his eyes on you. This had started awhile back. Mark, one of Tom's friends, had asked Tom if he had gone out with every girl. With a smirk he nodded, and with every name they threw out at him he instantly had a response such as 'dated her' 'banged her' 'oh her she was definitely a screamer'.
That was until your name popped up. Haz was the one who said your name. You were in his English class, and he had worked on a project with you a couple of times. So, of course when he said that name Tom was instantly intrigued.
Haz had mentioned how you have a couple of friends, but choose to always chill in the Library by yourself. So that's where they ended up. They all sat at a table in the library a couple rows away from the one you sat at.
Tom couldn't keep his eyes off you. He was confused how he had never seen you before. You were obviously beautiful. You weren't the regular Barbie that walked around the school with a face full of make up.
You had a natural beauty to you. The way you were curled up in a chair with a novel in your hands, and a messy bun onto of your head made Tom think how weird it was that he never once tried to talk to you.
"Tom, are you gonna take the bet?" Luke asked as he waved a hand infont of his face.
"What bet?" He asked coming back to reality. He looked at all his friends with a raised eyebrow slightly confused with the statement from Luke.
"Already falling in love," Mark 'tsk' as he shook his head, "I don't think you can do the bet." Tom rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair as he glared at his friends.
"Haha, very funny mate. I don't fall in love. Now what's the bet?"
"I bet you can't get her in bed," Luke said with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Tom scoffed at that. He was cocky, maybe a bit to much, but he just knew he could get any girl in bed if he really wanted to.
