21 Jump Street - Tom Hansen x Reader

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The receptionist jumped at our sudden announcement, then, almost immediately, her face was filled with horror.

"What's wrong-," Tom looked down to read the receptionist's name plate,"Mrs. Moore?" Tom smirked at her while Doug walked to my side and threw his arm around my shoulders.

"U-uhm... I'll go and get your, uh, schedules," she said while hurrying away into a small room with filing cabinets.

"She seems nosy," I said, concluding that she probably read our transcripts and saw our supposed crimes.

"Too nosy for her own good," Doug said maliciously.

"Too bad. She almost seemed nice," Tom added.

Mrs. Moore soon emerged from the small room with three papers in her hand. She put them on her desk and slid them towards us. "You each have your own schedule. At the top of the schedules is your locker number and combination," she said shakily. I picked up the schedules and looked them over. We each had 6 classes, but we didn't share any of them. I took Doug and Tom's schedules and ripped off the information about their lockers. I placed the remaining paper with their schedules back on the receptionist's desk.

"That's all we'll be needing," I said sweetly.

"B-but, what about-"

"Don't worry your pretty little head about it. Maybe next time new students arrive, you won't go snooping around in their files." Tom and Doug approached the desk with menacing looks, and the receptionist nodded vigorously. "Good! Let's go."

Tom, Doug and I walked out of the office. I gave Tom and Doug their locker information while I read my schedule. "I hope you don't mind that I took my schedule. I figured I'd have the easiest classes."

"Nope. That was great, (Y/n)," Tom reassured, meaning more than just the schedules.

"Thanks. Looks like we've got World History with Mr. Baker."

Tom, Doug, and I made our ways through the mostly empty hallways. I threw my lollipop stick away and opened a new lollipop on the way to class. Tom, Doug and I reached the history classroom and obnoxiously threw open the door while shouting "Hello!" The teacher looked at us from where he stood in front of the chalkboard. He was an older man, evident by his graying hair.

"You must be my new student."

"That'd be me," I said.

"Then, who are they?" Mr. Baker said gruffly while motioning to Tom and Doug.

"My brothers, obviously."

"What are they doing in my classroom."

"What does it look like? They're trying to learn," I sassed back.

"They have different classes. They shouldn't be here."

"Uh, excuse me," Doug boomed. "Are you denying us the right to an education?"

"It sure sounds like it to me, Doug," Tom chimed in.

"What- that's not- I didn't-," Mr. Baker fumbled.

"That's what I thought," I said while walking to the back of the classroom with Doug and Tom in tow. "This seat taken?" I asked a boy sitting in a desk near the back of the classroom.

"Uh, yes," he squeaked back.

"Really? By who?"

"By me?"

"You don't sound too sure of yourself, pal. Listen, why don't I sit here instead. How 'bout that?" I said, giving the boy a smile.

"But-"