How to be us - Tom Felton x Reader

After Party Problems // Part 2

"Sorry, Briel." Dylan faked a sad face. "But you were a one-night-stand." He shrugged still with his arm around my waist.

Briel seemed taken aback for a second, but fastly after gained the confident back, picking up Tom's glass of water. "Oh, yeah!" She screamed and threw the water at Dylan. "Guess you were a one-night-stand for me, too."

Am I the only one that wants to laugh at this situation? Really? I mean, it's not that I like the plot that you, magical creature, created, but some things just make me want to laugh my face off. 

Briel's face was priceless. She looked so embarassed and puzzled and totally off control. I can tell by the way she acted that she's used to be the type of scum I hate and that this thing Dylan did to her was like the water being trown at him. Unexpected and unusual, but predictable.

However, I need to thank her. Since Dylan was shirtless, knowing that I ripped his shirt off to take care of his wound, the water made him look like a God! Seriously! My bare crazy-hormonal-fangirl-reader-heart can't take this type off hotness! 

It took me a moment or two to react and pick up a towel. "Clean the water fast or the bandage will fall." I handed him a towel and he took it.

"Yes, baby girl." He winked before starting to clean it. 

I looked at him with a 'I'm going to kill you if you repeat that ever again' look and he replaced his glare with a 'the kiss didn't say any of that hogwash, baby girl'. I simply rolled my eyes and walked out of the kitchen.

"So!" I heard Cassy say behind me when I entered the bedroom I was supposed to sleep in, last night. "Is there anything you want to tell us?" 

I looked around and found Cassady and Cheryl's terribly annoying smiling faces (the 'you have a boyfriend' one) and pretended to think for a while before nodding. 

"Yap. I need to take a killing course." I stated starting to go through my stuff. "You know, the ones they teach you how to shoot someone." 

"What? NO!" They screamed at the same time.

"I'm talking about you and the new guy. Was there- you know... Did you-" Cassy started getting closer to where I was.

"Well, there was something and we did something-"

"I KNEW IT!" Cheryl screamed. "Tell me everything!" She winked and set on the bed with criss-crossed legs.

"You sure?" I asked and they nodded. "It's most certainly not what you think happened." I warned. 

"Just tell us!" Cheryl screamed.

"Okay, then." I started sitting on the fluffy carpet. "Well, I was flirting with Tom and he with me and when I was about to start playing a game, your brother took me out of there and pulled me to a bedroom." They faces were all confusion and shock. "In the room I saw George, Dylan and another guy. Dylan and the other guy were hurt because they started a fight and I had to treat them all night." I ended speaking and went back to choosing something to dress.

"And what about that kiss?" Cher asked with a sad look, probably because the story wasn't nothing as she thought would be.

"Just to make Briel stop talking I believe. It was unexpected for me as well." I told them and got up holding a T-shirt, some shorts and underwear. "Now, if you two don't mind, I'm going to take a shower to clearify my mind. You should do it too before we start cleaning the mess from the party." I adviced and saw them leave my room before I went to the bathroom.

I took a quick shower, got dressed and got out of the bathroom while making a braid. I don't like drying my hair with a dryer but I can't stand the strays of wet hair all over my face. Life is life, what can I do.

"So, I guess we need to talk, baby girl." Dylan smirked as he set on the edge of my bed.

"First of all, that-" I motioned to him walking closer to where he was. "-is something way beyond creepy. Second, is there any way I can make you stop calling me 'baby girl', because I see that a look and a request won't make any difference." I was in front of him, resting my hands on my hips. "And finally, HELL YEAH, we need to talk!" 

He smirked -cough-cough-player-cough-cough- and put his hands on my hips, pushing me to his lap, making me sit on it with both of my legs to the side. He was finally wearing a shirt, probably borrowed from Jason, in case you were wondering.

"I need to make you an offer." He started but was easily cut off by my hand in front of his face.

"Save it. Not going to happen." I stated with the most serious look ever. "I'm not a woman who follows clichés."

"Who said I was asking you to?" He smirked driving my whole attention to his 'offer'. "I'm not a cliché guy as well." He winked. Now that, I doubted... Mostly because I didn't know him. "You like Tom, right?" He asked and I nodded.

"Too obvious?" 

"Baby girl, only he is blind to the point of not seeing it." He laughed. "Now, I talked to him a while ago and he told me his perfect girl would be someone sassy, sweet, inteligent, beautiful and experienced."

"I'm all five. I don't see where you're going with that..." I stated.

"He didn't refer experienced as someone who has lived through a lot..." He said, making me understand what he was trying to say. "He wants someone that knows and doent's mind doing what Briel does, you see?"

"So you're telling me he wants a slutty scum?" I ask. Dear, Tom, if this is what you want than I prefer to live with five cats and my Wattpad fictions. Thank you very much.

"He wants someone attractive and that knows what she's doing. I can teach you that. I can teach you how to be all five things at once." He smirked and I bit my lip deep in thought.

"And what would you want in return?" I asked.

"Well, the same thing we did down stairs with Briel. You'll help me make all the girls that I hook up with disappear from my life forever." 

"Resuming, you're saying you'll teach me how to be a slutty nerd while I'm your slut?" I analised all he said and put it into my words.

"My girl learns fast." He chuckled.

"Well, looking at all the effects this might have, there's a severly big chance this is going to fail to a point there aren't enough numbers to show how wrong this is." I chuckled, with his glance deep into mine. "And all this still sounds like a lot of the books I read. And I mean it when I say I'm an expert on knowing what will come after this. I've read too many books to not know the ending. On the other side, the fun I'll have by not following the stereotypes everyone expects me to follow for being a straight A independent student will certainly overweigh all the possible disasters." My lips finally matching his on a smirk. "I'm in." I finally decided. "Let's write a bloody book. However, I have some rquests." 

I started to hear Tom calling Dylan and I from the hall.

"Great. You'll tell me in a bit, but now... First lesson." Dylan pushed me closer to his chest smirking as he heard Tom's steps getting closer. I see where Dylan's going with this. "How to kiss a guy properly in a way to make your crush feel envious for not being the guy you're kissing." He whispered in my ear before kissing me right when Tom opened the door.

He kissed me the way he did downstairs and when we broke he started placing kisses down my neck before stopping by my ear.

"Don't look at him, baby girl." He whispered so quietly it sent me shivers down my spine.

I did as told and soon enough heard Tom cough from the doorframe. I looked at him at the same time Dylan did and I could see the plan was starting to work. Tom looked as if he was furious but foccused on not showing it off. Well, this could be a good idea actually.... Or probably not... But that's fine for me.

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Kk, guys. Since I'm not sure which of the covers I'm going to use, I'm changing it to the new one until I change the 'By' thingy in this one. 

Just casually on my way to school (I'm not on my way to hell, cuz I like school :) but just saying how into this new updating schedules thingy I am).....