21 Jump Street - Tom Hansen x Reader

Glasses

I woke up the next morning and got ready for the day. I took a shower like normal, but changed the style of my attire and my makeup. For this case, I was going to become an outgoing theater kid. I needed to put myself out there if I was going to be accepted into the theater program. Sure, I had already been approved to take theater classes, but theater is all about the people. I had to make a good impression and I knew exactly how to do it. I changed into a red plaid skirt, a white cropped sweater, a pair of white knee-high socks and some black sneakers. I pulled my hair into a slightly messy bun and applied fairly neutral makeup. I put on some lip gloss then headed to the kitchen.

I was a bit surprised to see Charles in the kitchen. I still wasn't over what happened last night. I know it's a childish thing to do, but I tried my best to ignore him. We didn't speak to each other while we made breakfast and we didn't say goodbye when I left for the chapel. Of course I was upset that Charles didn't try to talk to me but maybe he realized that I didn't want to talk to him. I don't know how to feel. Charles has never kept anything from me. Never, and we've been dating for almost 6 years. Something was definitely wrong. I felt it in my gut. Our anniversary is coming up soon. Hopefully we'll have made up by then.

I hadn't realized how much I had been thinking about Charles until I pulled into the Jump Street parking lot. I parked in my usual spot, and headed into the chapel. Since I was going to be a preppy student, Tom and I thought it would be best for him to be a shy student. He would probably get along with the quieter kids and might be ale to dig up something from them. 

I walked to my desk and put my things down then immediately walked to the coffee machine. I felt more tired today than I had all week. The fight with Charles really put me into a slump. Maybe that slump was the reason why I didn't see Tom when I dragged myself back to my desk. I set my coffee down and decided to take a moment to clear my head. I crossed my arms on my desk then rested my forehead on them. I closed my eyes and took a couple deep breaths.

"Hey..." Tom said softly. He placed his warm hand on my back and that's all it took for me to break down. I started sobbing into my arms. "Don't cry," Tom pleaded sadly. He started rubbing circles on my back. It was soothing and reminded me of something my mother would do. The memories of my mother comforting me as a child came to mind as Tom's warm hand calmed me down. After a few moments, I was finally able to pull myself together and stop crying. Tom's hand never left my back.

I took a couple deep breaths then lifted my head off of my desk. I turned to thank Tom, but was instead left speechless. I have no idea how one person could look brooding one moment and adorable the next. Tom's hair was left unstyled but brushed down. He was wearing a flannel shirt underneath a sweater as well as a jacket. I studied his face closer and saw that he was wearing a pair of circular glasses. He was also wearing a worried face. I couldn't help but stare at him. "Glasses," was all I was able to say.

"You like them?" Tom replied with a small smile on his face. It was still clear he was worried.

"I do. I really do. I'm sorry about that. I feel like I've spent more time crying around you than I have talking to you."

"Don't feel sorry. Besides, if you need to cry then you need to cry," Tom reasoned.

"Thanks."

"Mind if I ask why you're upset?"

"I got into an argument with Charles last night. He was acting really weird. It was like he was keeping a secret from me. We never lie or keep things from one another. I have this feeling in my gut that something is terrible is happening."

"(Y/n), I'm so sorry. That must feel awful."

"Don't feel sorry. It's not your fault. I just wish I knew what was wrong."

"I'm sure you'll find out sooner or later."

"I hope it's sooner."

"Me too." We took a moment and just started at each other. We didn't have to say thank you or your welcome, we felt it.

"So, are you ready for school, Tommy?"

"I think I am," he said, playing the shy kid stereotype. "You?"

"I'm pumped!" I exclaimed. "Who's car are we taking?"

"Let's take yours."

"Okay."

Tom and I decided our aliases would be best friends. We had met when we were children and were inseparable since. It didn't take us long to get to school since we spent most of the car ride goofing off. We parked and headed towards the main office of the building to pick up our schedules. We both had theater as our first class, so we grabbed a school map and headed to room 206. We walked into the room and were immediately greeted by the professor. He had brown hair, brown eyes, glasses, and was probably in his thirties.

"Hello! You must be our new transfer students," he said, excited. "I'm Mr. Nelson."

"We are!" I said, matching his energy. "I'm (Y/n), and this is my best friend Tommy," I said, motioning behind me to Tom.

"H-hi," Tom said with a weak smile and a small wave.

"Hi, Tommy! Hi, (Y/n)! Welcome to theater you two!"

We sat down towards the back of the class and were taught about improvisation. Considering our whole job was improvisation, there wasn't much to learn for Tom and me. The class went by quickly and Tom and I checked our schedules.

"I have some kind of choir next," I said.

"I've got band. The next class we have together is literature."

"I'll see you then!"

"See you," Tom responded, walked down the hall opposite of us. I continued down the hall I was in and was able to easily find the choir room. Introductions were made and the day flew by. Tom and I headed back to Mr. Nelson's room at the end of the day to see what kind of after school activities we could be a part of.

"We've got a few clubs that read and analyze different plays, a club for making the sets for our productions, and finally we have our school sponsored productions."

"Can you tell us more about the productions please?" I asked.

"Sure," he said. "This month, we're going to be doing Romeo and Juliet."

"Really! I love Romeo and Juliet. I've always wanted to play Juliet," I exclaimed.

"Well, auditions are next week. I can give you the audition materials if you'd like," he offered.

"That would be amazing! Thank you so much!"

"How about you, Tommy? Would you like to audition?"

"Yes. I would," he replied.

"Do you know what role you'd like to audition for?"

"Romeo."

"Really?" Mr. Nelson said shocked.

"Yes. I might be quiet, but I think I can act well," Tom explained.

"I bet you can," Mr. Nelson said happily. "I'm rooting for you Tom. I don't like the other boy who's planning on auditioning for Romeo."

"Why not?" I asked.

"Well... I think he may be selling drugs or guns to some of my other students," Mr. Nelson revealed. It was clear he cared deeply for his students. "I know it sounds bad, but we've tried everything we can to get the situation under control. We confiscated any guns or drugs found. We've even filed a report to the police, but I don't think they're going to help since this is only a high school."

Tom and I looked at each other sadly. "I'm sure something's being done about it right now, Mr. Nelson," I reassured.

"Yeah. I bet things will change soon," Tom agreed.

"I hope it does. My students are my life and I hate seeing them like this."

"Who's the other guy auditioning for Romeo?" I asked.

"Tim Smith."