Tom Holland⁵

You suffered sharing history class with him, always trying to get to the other end of the room to avoid him, however every time you made the slightest contribution, "perfect" Tom Holland would say something so damn well argued that it probably made you look ridiculous

You hated him, you hated him so much that you couldn't stand his presence

"I quit," you admitted, pressing your forehead to the table.

"Huh?" Your best friend Dylan looked at you confused while he ate.

"Tom...that idiot, I swear I can't stand him anymore," you complained.

"But he's cool." Dylan looked at you confused.

That was precisely the problem; he was a wolf in sheep's clothing, and not only that, he was a nerd disguised as a popular kid. He went to parties, had friends, participated in everything, and at the same time maintained a good reputation at school; the teachers loved him...and the students did too.

But specifically with you, it wasn't that he bothered you for fun; his comments showed how obvious it was that he couldn't stand you.

"Did you understand what you have to do?" the history teacher opened his laptop.

"Yes, professor," they all sounded monotonous

"Since I'm the best teacher in the whole world, I'll let you pair up." As soon as you heard that, you looked at Dylan. "But arranged by me, obviously."

"No!"
"please!"
"Boo"

"Claire and Dylan, Josh and Matthew, Harry and Sarah, Holland and {{user}} "

Wait, what?

"Is it possible to swap partners?" Tom raised his hand

idiot

"I'm sorry, young Holland, repeating history or working together are the only options," the professor explained. "I continue."

"I'm dead," I whispered to Dylan, wanting to disappear.

Of all the people in the world, with Holland, my bad luck was unbelievable.