love triangle - t.h & s.m

chapter one

It was finally Friday, after a hard week, you were so ready for the weekend. You turn around in your bed, your eyes fall onto the clock. Your eyes widen as you realize you were late to class. You jump up from the bed, and grab the first thing you see on the floor, a pair of black jeans and a sweater. You put them on, find some shoes, put your laptop into your backpack and run to the bathroom to brush your teeth.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." You groan to yourself, as you run back into the room, looking for your phone.

"Can you be a little quieter, please?" You hear your roommate mumble into her pillow. You just ignore her, grab your phone from your bed and run out of the door. You had never been late before, two years into college and today was the day you would be late to class. You were about to cry when you ran to the building where you had your class, hoping the professor wouldn't kick you out. Quietly, you walk into the class, you could see the disappointed look on your professors face as you look around the classroom. The classroom was full, and your normal seat was taken by some girl. You let out a groan and look around the class, until your eyes fall on an empty seat on the back row. As you get closer, you see who is sitting next to the empty seat.

"Fuck me..." You groan quietly, so you are the only one who can only hear. You walk up to the seat, and look at the brown haired boy. "Can I sit here?" Usually his best friend would sit next to him, but you see the blonde boy sit next to a girl few rows down.

"Yeah, sure darling." His British accent would get every girls knees weak, and probably yours too, but you were thinking too much into the fact that you had to sit next to one of the most popular guys in the whole fucking school. Everybody knew him, his sexy British accent, perfect curly hair, his perfectly brown eyes, those amazing cheekbones, his kissable pink lips. His whole face was picture perfect, even his slightly crooked nose. He had slept with probably every girl in the school, the normal fuckboy who you would usually try to avoid at all cost. You sit down next to him, and grab your laptop from your bag, trying to sit as far as you can from him, the girl on the other side of him didn't like how she didn't get his attention anymore. You could hear her sigh loudly multiple times. You turn to look at her, but you are met with his brown eyes burning a hole into you.

"Can I help you?" You whisper to him, not wanting to get the attention from the professor. An evil smirk forms on his small lips as he leans closer to you.

"Are you new, darling? Haven't seen you before," you just let out a sigh, and shake your head for 'no', turning to look at the professor and trying to catch up with everything you had missed already. Were you really that invisible?

"Words, darling, words," you just ignore him, trying to concentrate on the professors words, but Tom didn't like how you ignored him, so he leaned even closer to you. You could feel his hot breath on your cheek. "Tell me your name beautiful." You turn to look at him with an annoyed face.

"Stop with the nicknames, you don't need to know my na-" You were cut off by the professor.

"Is there something you would like to share, Miss?" You feel every eye in the room look at you, you hated attention. Your mouth dries out, and you can't get any words out. You were frozen, mouth open, and eyes wide as you look at your professor.

"No, sorry, I was talking to her... she just told me to shut up." Tom saves you from the professor, but all of the students in the room still gaped at you, every girl whispering to each other. You feel like the earth could swallow you up right about now. The professor starts talking again, and everybody turns to look at him again but people turn to look at you from time to time. "Now is the moment you thank me, darling." You could tell that a smile was resting on his face by his voice. You close your mouth and turn to look at him.

"Thank you." You whisper to him, before turning back to the lecture. Luckily, Tom doesn't talk to you for the rest of the class. You try your hardest to catch up with everything, but fail, because you could feel the eyes burning into you. As soon as the class ends, you grab your things and run out of the class. Speed walking to your next class, but you feel someone's hand on your shoulder and you turn to face the devil himself, again.

"What?" You groan to the boy, really not in the mood to talk to him anymore.