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ANOTHΣR SHΦT

Fratboy!Tom Holland | Tom x Reader

Chapters: | 1 | 2 |

Chapter 2

You wouldn’t say that you liked Mondays, but there was something refreshing about the start of a new week. The mad dash to get all of your work done on Sunday night often meant you hit a slump in the afternoon, so to cope with the post-weekend crash you’d created a routine that involved getting a large coffee from the campus coffee cart and finding a nice grassy spot in the quad to settle onto and get a start on your readings for the week. It was small, but it was something that helped get you through the day and gave you something to look forward to. This particular Monday was sunny, but a cool breeze would occasionally blow through and gently tug at your hair as you made your way around campus. You walked towards your usual spot at the base of one of the many trees in the quad and settled yourself against its thick trunk. Across the quad, a group of people were kicking around a soccer ball.

You took a sip of your coffee and pulled out your textbook and notebook and started reading, jotting down important things from the chapter as you read. You’d had 30 minutes of uninterrupted reading time when someone suddenly plopped down beside you.

“Hello Y/N,” grinned Tom, a slight sheen of sweat covering the copious amount of skin he was showing in his muscle shirt. “You didn’t text me, I was worried about you,” he said, taking a pull from his water bottle. As he tilted his head up, you got a clear view of his tight jawline.

“I’m sorry. I’m sure it’s kept you up at night,” you responded. “I thought you didn’t live on campus?”

“I don’t, I was just at the gym,” he said, pointing back at the large rec hall on campus. “I’d just finished when I saw you sitting here, figured I’d pop by and say hello.”

“Well, hello to you too,” You said simply, turning to look back at your book.

“What’re you reading?” He asked. You held up your book higher so he could read the cover, still staring intently at the paragraph you were reading. “Student’s Guide to Cognitive Neuroscience? Sounds hard.”

“Yeah, you really need to pay attention to what you’re reading to get it,” you respond pointedly.

“Oh come on Y/N, you can’t honestly tell me you’d rather read that than speak to me,” Tom laughed.

“Yes, I am honestly telling you that,” you said, mimicking his accent. “I need to read this, we have our first midterm soon.”

“Alright, alright,” Tom said, throwing his hands up in defeat, “I’ll make this quick. Sig Ep’s hosting a fundraising event this weekend. We rented the pool for a night and are gonna put a bunch of inflatables in it and watch Titanic. Sound like something you’d be interested in?”

“So that’s why you came over,” you said, barely managing to refrain from rolling your eyes “You haven’t sold enough tickets yet and need a few more people to come or you’ll get fined. That’s how that works, right?”

“Sweetheart if you don’t think I could sell ten tickets then you don’t know me,” he smirked.

“I don’t know you,” you pointed out. “I met you like, two days ago.”

“Fair enough,” Tom laughed “let’s change that though. Don’t worry about buying a ticket, I’ll put your name on the list,” he said as he stood up and brushed the grass off his pants. “You have my number so if you’ve got any questions you can text me. Or call if you’d like to hear my voice more. I could give you tips for your impressions.”

“Wait I didn’t sa-“

“I’ll see you Friday!” He said before heading off, a smug smile plastered to his face.

“Why are boys such idiots?” You asked as you tossed your backpack at the foot of your bed. After your encounter with Tom, you couldn’t focus on your reading so you retreated back to your dorm.

“Because they’re boys,” Amanda said simply. She laid in her bed with her laptop on her chest, watching Criminal Minds on Netflix. “You can’t expect a lot out of them. What happened?”

“This guy, Tom, he’s trying to drag me to the Sig Ep event this weekend. But it’s at the pool and-“

“Wait, Tom as in Sig Ep Tom?” Amanda asked, looking over at you. “Tom “look at me I’ve got perfect hair and a British accent” Tom?”

“I mean, yeah, I guess.” You said, suddenly uneasy. Did he have a reputation you hadn’t heard of? He was probably a serial dater. Going out with girls for a few weeks before leaving them for the next cutie in a crop top. He could be the type. “Why, is he-“

“Oh my God Tom Holland is trying to get you to go to Sink or Swim that’s fucking hilarious.” Amanda laughed before you could finish your question.

“It’s not funny!” You said exasperatedly “I talked to him for like, twenty minutes on Saturday and now he won’t leave me alone.”

“And you’re complaining? The guy’s gorgeous. And British!”

“He’s a Sig Ep, Amanda, you know I hate them. I only go to their parties because of you guys.”

“Honey, listen,” Amanda said, pausing her show and moving her laptop to the side so she could sit up and look you in the eye. “I’m not going to say you need to get over your dislike of Sig Eps. After what Daniel did it’s valid. But you need to make an exception for this guy.”

“Why should I? All he’s done is walk around like he’s the king of campus or something and try and flex his snarky attitude at me,” you say, rolling your eyes. “And I guess he called me an Uber on Saturday but that’s it.”

“Woah woah woah wait, Tom’s the guy from Saturday?” Amanda said, “Uh-uh, you don’t get to say he hasn’t done anything for you when he was literally willing to fight Daniel to defend you.”

“Oh my God, Amanda, he was not defending me!”

“He totally was!”

“Babes!” came a voice from your shared bathroom. You lived in a suite with 3 other girls, your two rooms split by a shared bathroom. You and Amanda were in one room, and Emily and Shannon were in the other. Standing in the doorway of the bathroom was Shannon, a patient smile on her face. “What’re you yelling about? I’m trying to study for my French quiz tomorrow.”

“Tom Holland was Y/N’s savior from Saturday!” Amanda blurted.

“No. Way,” Shannon said, a grin spreading over her face.

“Yeah, and he asked her to go to Sink or Swim!”

“What’d you say!” Shannon asked, taking a seat at your desk.

“I didn��t say anything, he didn’t ask me,” You said, pinching the bridge of your nose “Besides I thought it was just a movie screening. It’s not a couples thing or anything… is it?”

“I mean, no, it’s not a couples thing,” Amanda said, “But how many people do you really think these inflatables can fit?”

“I’m not going,” you said flatly “If there’s anything worse than being surrounded by Sig Eps, it’s being surrounded by Sig Eps in a pool.”

“You could sit in the bleachers. No need to get near the water,” Shannon offered.

“I’m not going,” you repeated, growing frustrated. Your roommates could see your growing tension and backed off. They began talking about their own plans for Sink or Swim before Shannon dismissed herself to go back to studying. Now that the seat was vacated, you sat at your desk and took out your textbook, struggling to pay attention to your reading.

“So, saw you talking to a girl today,” Harrison said, spreading some peanut butter on a slice of toast. “Who is she?”

“Just a girl I met at the party on Saturday,” Tom responded, grabbing a protein shake from the fridge. “I only spoke to her for like five minutes, are you stalking me or something?”

“I’m everywhere, mate, you should know this by now. What sorority she in?” Harrison asked.

“I don’t know. She’s friends with some Pi Phi’s apparently.” Tom said. He shook his protein shake and sat down at the frat house’s shared dining table.

Harrison walked over and leaned over the table on his elbows in front of Tom.

“Quit your bullshit, dickhead. Gimme more details,” he said as he took a bite of his toast without breaking eye contact.

“Are you two gazing lovingly into each other’s eyes again?” Jacob asked as he walked in on the scene.

“Tom’s fancying some girl and I wanna know more about her,” Harrison said.

“I don’t fancy her,” Tom said, rolling his eyes.

“You’re certainly making an effort with her,” Harrison said.

“Is it the girl from Saturday?” Jacob asked “Because she was cute,”

“Oh so you tell Jake about her but not me,” Harrison said, acting wounded.

“There’s nothing to tell! I’ve spoken to her like twice, it’s no big deal.”

“So you’re saying you haven’t stalked her Instagram yet?” Jacob asked.

“No, why would I?” Tom shrugged, downing the remainder of his protein shake.

“Because she might have swimsuit pictures on there,” Harrison said, waggling his eyebrows.

“Real mature,” Tom said, rolling his eyes. “I think she’s cute, alright? That’s all there is to that.”

“Is she coming to Sink or Swim?” Harrison asked.

“Hopefully. Bought her a ticket.” Tom shrugged again.

“You don’t usually invest in your hookups,” Jacob pointed out.

“It’s $5 that’s hardly an investment.”

“But it’s something,” Jacob countered.

“You guys are annoying, I’m going to my room.” Tom groaned, leaving the kitchen.

“Remember we have thin walls!” Harrison yelled after him.

Once he got to his room, Tom flopped on his bed and let out a deep breath. It had been a long day, and he still had a lot of homework to get done. Despite this he pulled out his phone and opened Instagram, typing in “Y/N”.

He smirked a little when he saw her profile picture and tapped it, his smirk vanishing when he saw your account was set to private. He was so used to people’s accounts being open and available, he checked to see if he didn’t accidentally try and view your finsta instead. But no, there was only the one private account under your name.

“Mysterious girl…” He mumbled, finally putting his phone down and heading over to his desk to do his work.

AN: I’m taking title suggestions for what to call this series! If you have any ideas you’d like to share I’d love to hear them ^^

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