#richkid! tom hollland

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King of CSCC (Prologue)

Pairing: Rich Kid! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: When Y/N gets a scholarship to attend Collegialiter Schola Currere Cucurri, a prestigious boarding school in England. She’s very studious and organizes, everything needs to be a certain way for her to be happy. Tom is the resident fuckboy at school and,  with his daddy being the richest man on earth, he practically owns the school. What happens when Tom falls completely in love with Y/N, but she doesn’t want to be with him because of his reputation.

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Y/N stands in front of the massive brick building with beautifully and neatly done cobblestone tiles on the roof. From where she stands, Y/N could see that two big towers and two smaller ones are attached to the main building of the school. To her left, a soccer field and to her right, a rugby field with an outdoor running track. Behind the soccer field, she could see a big rectangle building that, from what she read about the school, must be the school’s gymnasium. Y/N couldn’t believe that she is actually here in front of Collegialiter Schola Currer Cucurri which is Latin for something she couldn’t remember anymore. It’s the best school in the world, the only people that could attend the school are the elite, rich and famous, but once every year, the school awards a scholarship that covers everything (laundry, meal plane, books, uniform, etc) to one lucky student going into their 11th school year. The chosen student has to be the best and brightest out of all the applicants and this year, it just so happened to be Y/N L/N. She has been working her whole life for this and now her dreams for a better future are finally coming true. Her home life in Toronto wasn’t the best in terms of education. She didn’t learn enough at the public school she went to, so when she saw the opportunity to attend the most prestigious boarding school in the world, she jumped at the chance to apply. It also helped that she’s always wanted to live in England. She finally manages to shake off her nerves and walks into the school.

Upon entering the school, Y/N notices how much cleaner and how the equipment is so much better than what she had back at home. The hallways were empty seeing as it was the Saturday before school started, so she is all alone in the school. After a few minutes, she manages to find her way to the principal’s office while struggling to bring all of her bags with her at the same time. The new student gently arranges her bags near the door to make sure they are not in the way, then she lifts her hand to the door and knocks. “You may enter,” an authoritative voice instructs her. Y/N enters to see a middle-aged woman sitting at her desk looking over some documents with her glasses balancing off of her nose. The older woman looks up at the sound of the door closing and motions for Y/N to sit on one of the chairs in front of her desk, “You must be Miss. L/N, our scholarship winner.” Y/N nods her head to show her agreement, she isn’t going to lie, but she is a little intimidated by the principal. “Alright, classes start on Monday at 9:00 a.m. sharp. Miss. Daniels should already be at the front office waiting for you. She’ll be your guide for the day. Here is your schedule and some other information you might need. If you have any questions, then you may ask Miss. Daniels and I would also like to inform you that if your marks slip even by a percent that you will lose your scholarship. Is that clear?” Ms. Sinclair informs the pupil. “Yes,” Y/N answers quietly because she’s slightly terrified with how cold the principal seems. “Good, you may address me as Ms. Sinclair and nothing else. You are dismissed,” Ms. Sinclair demands. Y/N quickly gets out of her chair and goes towards the door.

Y/N grabs her bags a little bit more easily now that she knows how to handle all of them and makes her way back towards the front of the school where she saw the front office. When she gets to the front of the school, she notices a girl around her age waiting in front of the office. The teen notices Y/N approaching and immediately rushes to help her with a smile on her face.  “Hi, you must be Y/N L/N. I am Delilah Daniels and I’ll be your tour guide. I’ll give you a tour of campus, then I can help you move into your dorm if you’d like. You don’t have to worry about your bags, I’ll call the concierge to come get them and bring them to your room. Now, the first stop is going to be the science labs where you bio and chemistry,” Delilah introduces herself. Y/N notices that Delilah has a British accent that is as smooth as butter.  The girls place the bags near the entrance and shake each other’s hands, “I am Y/N. Nice to meet you. And the science lab sounds like a great start.” Delilah makes a quick call to the concierge, then they walk down the hall to the left and up the stairs to her biology lab. “Now, upstairs to the left is the science wing, so you have all the science labs up here. Your bio lab is in room 203 and your chemistry lab is in room 220,” Delilah starts off, “Let’s head over to where you are going to be taking geometry and algebra, which is on upstairs on the right side of the also known as the mathematics wing. This term you’re only taking geometry, algebra, biology, and math. Next term you’re taking media arts, English literature, French, and psychology, right?” Y/N nods along to what Delilah says, “That seems right. Your last names Daniels right? As in your parents are Anna and Maurice Daniels, Daniels? They own practically every chain hotel I can think of.” “Yep, those are my old folks. They could be a little hectic and gone, but they have always been there for me when I need them and I know they love me. That’s all that really matters, right? So what do your parents do for a living? You live in Toronto right?” Delilah questions the new girl. “Yeah, I do. My mom works as a social worker, she tries to help kids in the system. My dad is a baker, we actually live on top of the bakery he owns. My little sister and brother always like to head down to the bakery at the end of the day and steal whatever leftovers are left. Do you have any siblings?” Y/N explains. “No, I am an only child. It gets a little lonely sometimes, but that’s alright. I would love to live over a bakery! The smell of freshly baked pastries would waft into the house and it could smell like freshly baked croissants every day. The math wing is just around the corner,” Delilah rants a little as they head over to the math wing.

When they rounded the corner, two other people were rounding the corner at the same time. A collision would have happened, but Y/N’s quick reflexes stopped them from crashing. In front of the two girls were two boys about their age wearing Versace, Prada, Gucci, and some other clothing brands that Y/N could never dream about owning. The boy on the left is taller than the boy on the right, he has dirty blonde hair and clear blue eyes. He’s handsome, but the boy on the right is the show stopper for Y/N. He has dark chestnut brown hair that matches his eyes. His nose is a little cricked and his lips are a little thin, but she liked how the nose made him look rugged and how his lips still looked perfect to kiss. His jaw looks so sharp that she believes is she were to run her finger along it she would cut it. No matter how badly the young girl wanted to go on a date with him, she knew about who he is and what his reputation is. He’s the infamous Tom Holland or as the tabloids like to call him, Holland the Lady Killer. His motto is hit then quit it and that really isn’t what Y/N is looking for. “Hey, just who we were looking for! I told Haz that you’d be showing the scholar bee around the school. You’ve always loved to meet new people. Thought we’d come join you seeing as this year’s scholar bee is a female and not another boring ass dude. So does the little lady have a name?” Tom inquires slyly as he makes his way over to Delilah and slings his hand around her neck. “My names Y/N. What’s it matter to you?” She snarls not liking what he said at all. “Damn, you got a mouth on you. I like a girl who isn’t afraid to talk back. Well, I guess it’s my turn to introduce. I am Tom and this div beside me is Harrison,” Tom tries to say in the most charming voice he could. Y/N just scoffs and keeps walking, “Whatever. Nice to meet you, Harrison. Now, let’s head over to the mathematics wing.” “Looks like we finally found someone who can resist Tommy’s charm,” Haz whispers to his two comrades as they follow Y/N down the hall.

After finishing the tour of the campus, the four newly acquainted friends headed over to Y/N’s dorm so that they could help her unpack. “Okay, everything is labelled clearly so it shouldn’t be too hard trying to figure out where everything should go,” Y/N elucidates while tying her hair back and picking up one of the boxes that was labelled closet- Hoodies and Shirts. Everyone went to work on cleaning out the boxes while they worked they talked, reminisce about old stories, joked around, and listened to some music. Symphony by Clean Bandit played on her phone and Y/N started swaying to the music. “I’ve been hearing symphonies before all I heard was silence. A rhapsody for you and me, and every melody is timeless,” she sang as she organized the books onto her bookshelf. Tom looks up from the clothes he was folding for her and stares in awe of her voice. To him, she sounded like an angel and all he wanted to do is listen to her sing all day. He may not have noticed it, but the whole afternoon he found himself noticing little things that he liked about her and he just wanted to be closer to him. He liked how she had all these random facts and how she could joke about anything and everything. He liked how organized she is and how she hasn’t fawned over her this whole afternoon. Y/N places the final book onto the shelf and looks over at everyone, “Alright, I can finish putting the clothes away after dinner. Why don’t we get something to eat? I read on the board that it’s taco night.” Everyone voiced their agreement and started to make their way over to the door, but before Y/N could leave, Tom gently tapped her on the shoulder and asked if he could talk to her. “Sure,” she tells him. Tom stands straight and fixes his jacket nervously, “I was wondering if we could restart. I know, I was a jackass, but I would really like to be friends with you. Plus, I know you, Deli, and Haz get along well and I really don’t feel like being kicked out of my own friend group.” Y/N smiles at Tom to show him that everything is alright. “Tommy, it's fine. Sometimes people start off on the wrong foot and that’s fine. Let’s start, over. Hey, I am Y/N. I don’t believe I got your name,” Y/N says nicely as she sticks her hand out for Tom to shake. He chuckles and takes her hand, “It’s Tom, Tom Holland. You may have heard of me. My dad owns the world’s best phone company as well as several other companies you may have heard of.” “Okay, now you just sound like cocky. How about we just head over to the mess hall and call it a day?” Y/N suggest as how she links their arms and walks off to the mess hall.

When dinner was over, Y/N was feeling a little jet-lagged so she headed back to her dorm to get some sleep while the other three decided to head to the game room. They were playing pool when Harrison decided to bring up the conversation. “So you and Y/N…” he wonders out loud as he aims the queue at one of the balls. Tom leans on the wall and retorts, “Nothing is going on between us. We are just friends that’s all.” Delilah snorts and laughs, “Yeah, right! I noticed your side glances at her, but I’ll let you deny whatever you want if it helps you sleep at night.” Tom just shakes his and continues the game without mentioning Y/N again, but that night when he was trying to get to sleep all he could do was think back to the conversation they had in the game room and Y/N’s angelic singing voice.

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King of CSCC (Ch.2)

Pairing: Rich Kid! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary: When Y/N gets a scholarship to attend Collegialiter Schola Currere Cucurri, a prestigious boarding school in England. She’s very studious and organizes, everything needs to be a certain way for her to be happy. Tom is the resident fuckboy at school and,  with his daddy being the richest man on earth, he practically owns the school. What happens when Tom falls completely in love with Y/N, but she doesn’t want to be with him because of his reputation.

A/N: Sorry it was so late and short, I’ve been very busy the last two weeks and didn’t have the time to work on it. 

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Prologue | Chapter 1 |

Today classes are supposed to start and Y/N couldn’t be more excited to start the school year at the school that she’s always dreamed of going to. She finishes her breakfast as fast as she could so that she can head back to her dorm to get her books and head to class. “Looks like someone is eager to head to class,” Harrison jokes after Y/N had dashed away towards her dorm. Delilah chuckles along to the joke, “Yeah, she’s like the only girl I know that is actually excited to start school. It was so cute, she was talking to me all of last night about how thrilled she is for classes.” Tom smiles as his two best friends joke around about the girl he not so secretly has a massive crush on her. “Yeah, she really is something else. What classes do you have this term?” Tom questions his friends as he starts to clean up his breakfast tray for the lower classes to come to clean up. Delilah and Harrison look over their schedules and switch their schedules between each other to see what their friends have. “Hey, you have algebra with Y/N, Tom. And Harrison, we have the same drama class,” Delilah comments whilst handing back the schedules to the perspective person. Tom seemed unfazed by the fact that he was in the same class as Y/N on the outside, but on the inside, he is freaking out and he has no idea what to do.

The first two periods of the day went by quicker then Tom had thought they would especially since his second period was a spare. Tom walks as quickly as he can to Room 235 where he has algebra class. Tom dread the idea of going to math class. He hardly understood anything going on and with his dyslexia, all the numbers would get mixed up, but he needs to take algebra to go into business. Plus, he promised his dad that he’d go to university for business if he was allowed to get a minor in acting. However, the thought of being in the same class with Y/N made all his worries about algebra disappear. He walks into Room 235 to see Y/N sitting in the front row right in the center with writing stuff all laid out in perfect reach for her. Tom notices that one of the nerds is about to sit in the only free seat beside Y/N, so he went into action. He quickly made his way to the desk and gently shoves the nerd to the side so that he doesn’t seem aggressive in front of Y/N. “Tommy, you could have just asked him to move. I know I am amazing, but no need to be aggressive,” she quips at Tom. “I already know how amazing you are, but I want you to know how amazing I am. So I have to sit beside you every algebra class in order to show you just how amazing I can be.” “Okay, Mr. Cocky. Think about whatever you want to think.” Before the conversation could continue, Professor Dickens walks into the room and starts his lesson.

During class Tom is asked to answer a question, he looks up at the board then look down at his notebook to try to solve the problem. His brow knits together in confusion and he squints at the board like he couldn’t believe what is on the board. When he finally has an answer, Professor Dickens tells Tom he is wrong and continues on with the questions. Tom sighs in defeat and looks down at his notebook to try to figure out what he did wrong. The bell rang signifying the end of class and the beginning of lunch. Y/N walks beside Tom and strings up a conversation with him, “Were you okay in class? It looked like something was bothering you.” Tom scratches the back of his neck and looks over at Y/N with red cheeks from embarrassment, “Well, I am not going to lie. I have dyslexia, so sometimes I mix up the numbers and it gets hard to do math. I see one number as another and that makes me get the wrong answer. It’s really frustrating and I don’t know what to do. Y/N could feel Tom’s vulnerability about this subject and she couldn’t help but feel bad for him. “What if I were to help you? We can’t go over the questions in class and do some practice questions. Maybe practice will help you do the exercises a little bit more easily. You know how they say practicing reading helps you read,” Y/N suggests to Tom. “That sounds like an awesome idea. I think it would help.” Y/N nods her head, “We can start after school. Meet me at my dorm after dinner?” Tom agrees and they head over to the dining hall.

Tom and Y/N arrive at the dining hall before Delilah and Harrison did, so they went to their normal table and sit down. “I am going to go get our lunch,” Tom informs Y/N while he gets up from the table and heads over to the food area. Y/N tittles her fingers with her head in the clouds whilst she awaits the return of her friends. She is so lost in her thoughts that she doesn’t notice the three snooty people sit at the table with her. The girl is only made aware of her visitors when Penelope loudly coughs. Y/N head snaps in their direction and she raises an eyebrow at them. “Oh, look I’ve been graced with the presence of people who are basically minions to each other and are CSCC resident Plastics,” Y/N’s snarky remarks anger the three friends. Penelope leans against the table on her arms and points a finger at Y/N in a threatening way, “Listen you little shit, Tom is my man. He may not know it yet, but he will eventually come around and realize that I am the right girl for him. And if you even think about going for Harrison then you are crazy because Harrison is for Julia. So you better watch out because I always get what I want and I don’t like sharing. By the end of next month, Tom is going to be mine and I really don’t care what happens with you.” Julia and Carter let out a sound in agreement before they get up from their chairs and storm off to their table. After that confusing scene, Delilah and Harrison join her at the table and Tom returns to the table with two trays of food. “What happened, Y/N/N?” Harrison asks his new friend when he sees the look of confusion on her face. Y/N looks over at her newly arrived friends, “I was just threatened by the Plastics and I am confused with how people can be so bitchy.” This makes her friends chuckle and they go on to eat their lunch.

The rest of the day goes by so fast that Y/N felt like lunch was only an hour ago. Now, she finds herself with dinner in front of her and her friends sitting by side her. “How was your first day, Y/N/N?” Delilah inquires to her best friend. “It was great! I actually feel like I am learning something in class and that school is actually a little bit of a challenge. I met some really nice people that I think could become my friends and study partners. After dinner, I am going to help Tom with math. How did your day go?” “It went like normal. Although, I think I am going to run for the Student Council’s vice president. I was thinking you could run for President, you are smart and very organize which would make you a great president. Plus, you are really pretty which would help you win the votes of the brainless boys who only vote for the girls who they think is the prettiest. Penelope always wins and she never does anything useful for the school.” Y/N thinks about what Delilah says, “That does sound like something I would like and be good at. Maybe, I will give it a go. How was your day, Tom and Harrison?” Tom jumps at the opportunity to tell Y/N first, “I have to say it was pretty dull until I had algebra with you.” Y/N feels her face heat up at Tom’s flirting and then turns to hear Harrison’s answer. “It was boring, I think I might have to drop French literature because I really don’t like it,” Harrison says. The conversation goes on between the rest of the friends for the rest of the dinner until they finish eating and they part ways. Delilah goes to soccer practice, Harrison heads to the guidance councillor, and Tom and Y/N head back to her dorm.

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