Pt 4
Getting up after most leave you make your way to the door, but suddenly you felt a large warm hand wrap around your wrist, turning around you see Tom is ocean blue eyes looking into you own (E/C) ones. Taking his hand away he furrows his brows putting his hands in his pockets
"Yes Tom?"
"Was she the girl you where talking about?"
"Yes Tom she was, pretty little thing.."
𝑌𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 "𝑆ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦" 𝑠ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑠
"I'm not sure you should say that."
"Why?"
"Because, she's not you."
