'Why did it have to be him...?'

Even though the dude was wearing his mask over half of his face- I was able to know right away that it was Tommy.

His fluffy blonde hair, his blue eyes, his attire.... god- even his stupid posture gives him away.

This is seriously the most awkwardest thing in the world...

I have to sit besides Tommy. For 9 hours once a week. For the rest of the 3 fucking years of my life.

Are you actually fucking kidding me?

Is this gods way of trying to punish me? Probably. And It's working.

I tried my very best to pay attention to what was being said and taught, but my eyes kept falling back onto Tommy's face. He was sitting where my direct line of sight, I was just trying to face the teacher and pay attention to this damn class- but his cutely stupid face was just there!!!

FUCKKKKK.

The good thing is... I don't think he knows its me yet.... but- let's just hope that's the case.

"Hey, Tom. Show Y/N what you have on your program so she gets an idea of what to do" Our teacher orders.

Oh for fucks sake--

Just then, Tommy-- erm- do I call him Tom or Thomas now? I don't know anymore. But he turned to face me, his expression seeming awkward and body seeming stiff.

"Uhhh- okay." Tommy muttered out, turning to look at me "Hey. Uhh- take a look at my screen for a moment? I'll explain what we're doing"

I slowly nodded and turned my attention to Tommy's screen. It was opened on an editing program- premiere pro to be exact. There was already a lot of cut clips, text and transitions I could see on the program... And- it boggled my mind about the amount of editing the dude was already done with. He seemed to be half way through the project.

"So- the project we have to work on is something along the lines of- a 'passion project'. It's as the name says, and the set up for it is pretty simple. An introduction, a presentation, a reasoning and then a conclusion." Tommy explains "It has to be a ten minute project minimum, and we have to use some editing techniques we've learnt so far. Like simple transitions, text, and so on..."

His eyes traced back to me, I started to feel a bit anxious.

"Anyways... uh- Do- do you have an idea of what you want your project to be about yet?" Tommy casually asked me, trying to make conversation.

I shook my head slowly, my eyes sticking onto the screen in able to avoid all eye contact with Tommy.

"Oh- uhhh.... alright then..." Tommy murmurs.

I faced back to the monitor I was assigned to and opened up the sticky note program. I began to jot down the first things that came to mind.

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Possible Ideas:

+ art/drawing

+ writing (the wattpad? ;-;)

+ anime (eh)

+ yt content (cc?)

+ minecraft- maybe?

+ other video games

+ ...?

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'what else can I put down...?'

"...minecraft, ayy?" I heard Tommy say.

I didn't pay any mind to him.

'Just get past these 9 hours and then you can ask your parents to switch courses once you get home...'

And for the rest of the day, I somehow managed to make it through. People went up and talked to me- the social people anyways. But I did take notice to the curious stares from the ones that weren't so sociable.

It's kinda funny just how social I can be when it comes to new people. I'm a pretty weird mix between introvert and extrovert. I love my alone time when I can get it, but I wouldn't mind talking to strangers about any random or weird topics.

I am a strange one.

The school itself had it's lunch breaks and that...-- I mean- why wouldn't it? We were going to be trapped there for 9 hours. It was a good and fair enough trade.

And by the time the final bell went, we all stood up and left the room.

It took a while for me to leave the room because I had quite a bit to pack up--- since, in the end... I wanted to write paper notes. Damn my notes of paper---!!!

But- as soon as I left, I slung my bag over my shoulder and headed down the hallway.

"Hey, Y/N." I heard a familiar voice say.

I hesitantly stopped in place, turning around to see the fricking giant that is Tommy- who towered above me. He put a bit of distance between the two of us, but my nerves we're still ever skyrocketing.

"....It is you, right?" His expression softened.

"...what?" I questioned.

"You're Y/N...." He mutters out "The one who joined the Dream SMP... You're the one who beat Dream in that pvp duel match thing-- we streamed pretty much every day together...? it is you who did all that-- right?"

My heart sinks once more within my chest.

So he did end up figuring it out after all...

As much as I want to talk to him, as much as I wanted to just be okay with having him around.... for him being able to notice me, for him being able to know it was me he was talking to...

I could never bring myself to talk to him like I use to...

Fuck my feelings... Why are they like this...? Why are they so stupid and selfish...?

My body began turning around on it's own, and I began to book it down the hallways and out of the school block.

I made my way over to the back of the front office. It seemed to have a weird alley way behind it, with a direct view to the bus stop.

After taking a few deep breathes, I rested my back against the wall and slowly slid down until I hit the floor.

My mind clouded.

'Aren't I able to switch to another unit? Maybe just the same study but different class? Is there any way I'm able to do that?'

I stared back up to the gate, noticing it wasn't actually that tall in height. IT surely was still tall, but there were some parts in the fence that were climbable... I just need to make sure to avoid hitting the small spikes at the top.

Getting up once more, I made my way over to the fence and began placing my foot steadily onto a metal bar. I gripped onto a higher point in the fence and started getting a feel of how high I needed to jump. After getting enough of a feel, I jumped up and used all the strength in my arms to hoist myself up. I swung my left foot up and over, making sure to avoid the spikes as I managed to get onto the fence. I hopped over it, feeling a gust of wind fly past my being as it finally comes to a halt once I land onto the pavement below.

I stood up and my body began to feel swore. Probably because of the amount of movement I was doing all at once, and possibly because of how awkwardly I landed just then. So, to endure the slight pain I was feeling, I started to stretch my limbs.

'i'm not use to doing all that anymore- I need to get back to my usual routine...'

I let a groan as soon as I heard a bone pop.

'Yep- very much needed...'

The sound of people conversating were growing near, able to be heard in the distance. Most likely students ready to go home.

I stood and waited for the bus to come.

My ticket home from this place-- why couldn't it come now?

More and more people started to pile and wait around. Many of them were on their phones, texting or listening to music. Or just talking- because that's a thing.

I saw something in the corner of my eye, it caught my attention, leading me to glance in that direction.

My eyes widen as I noticed it was Tommy- he seemed to be sprinting in our direction.

'Holy shit---'

I quickly made my way back over to the fence and tried to get over it at a quickened pace.

'Hurry up. Hurry up. Hurry up. Hurry up. Hurry up...Hurry up...!!!' my mind screamed. I was so desperate to get over that my movements were more sloppy- I ended up cutting my hand a bit when I was trying to get over.

Suddenly, I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist and I was started to get dragged off the fence.

"Oh my god- you run too fast..." I heard a voice mutter out.

I started to panic, turning to see Tommy who was now carrying/dragging me down the street.

I kept trying to break free of Tommy's grasps-- I really didn't want this...

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK TOMMY!! LET GO OF ME!!!!" I practically shouted out.

And because of my sudden outburst, many people around the bus stop turned to look at what was unfolding in front of them. The sight of Tommy holding me hostage.

"Nothing to see here-- carry on with your day" Tommy says, continuing to back away down the street "Come on Y/N.... You're making me look like a kidnapper"

I just shut my eyes and growled through my teeth. I was too tired to even fight back anymore. I had to deal with him eventually--

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.

.

.

After walking a bit more, Tommy finally set me down.

I just stood there for a few moments, staring at the concrete pavement.

'What am I suppose to do in this kind of situation..?'

"...Y/N?" Tommy finally spoke.

"what?" I questioned.

"I-... why...?-- why have you been ignoring me? do you...hate me that much?" Tommy asked, voice softening.

His tone of voice played with my heart strings.

It made me feel guilty and stupid for doing what I did.

"....I didn't understand why you left. It didn't make any sense to me, Y/N." He muttered "Why did you do all of that?"

"I've already told you before, didn't I?" I say "Tommy- we live in two completely different worlds. Even now... We still live in two different worlds--"

"Y/N-- can you not?" Tommy interrupts me "I'm- I'm sorry... But what you're saying is actually bullshit. Your reason didn't mean you had to straight up block me on everything... not to mention-- to delete everything"

"Tommy- it doesn't feel right. I can't be friends with you because it's wrong..." I stated to him. "The twitch thing was just for a huge bit...! We weren't even meant to be friends..."

"Then- what was the point in doing the duel, Y/N?" Tommy asked.

"...Because- it was a once in a life time opportunity to be apart of something I loved." I said, "I didn't expect to actually get in... It was mainly for fun."

"Do you regret it?" Tommy asked me, "do you regret joining? do you regret talking to the other members?... to me?"

His question threw me off a bit.

"...I don't know" I answered with.

I really didn't know if I regret it or not.

I met some very cool people... but the aftermath hurt a whole lot...

"Well- I'll just let you know- that.... I didn't regret talking to you." Tommy says "You were one of the best people I've ever met-- and don't you dare call me a simp for being nice."

"....I hate how you're nice to me" I mutter, a sad smile forming.

"Would you like me to act like a dick then?" Tommy questions, smirking down to me.

I let out a chuckle.

"No- not preferably"

"Then- how about we start off fresh? From the beginning?" Tommy suggested.

"....huh?" I raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Just- here..."

Tommy walks past me. He ends up standing in front of me. I raised my head from looking at the pathway, and up to the tall 6'1'' British blonde in front of me.

His dazzling blue eyes seemed to sparkle, allowing me to be captivated by him once more.

"Hey. I'm Tom." He greets, "We sit next to eachother in the same editing class"

I blinked a few times, my mind blanking.

I get what he's trying to do... And- I guess I can go along with it.

"...I'm Y/N- as you heard during class." I responded with a small smile "It's nice meeting you, Tom."

I guess... Maybe I can stay here for a bit longer...