mr. hot stuff; tom holland [rewrite+new chapters] ONE
pairing; tom holland!teacher x student!reader
word count; 4.4k
summary; mr. holland is a fairly new science teacher at the readers high school. she might be surprised when she finds out her inappropriate crush on him is mutual
warning; teacher x student
NOTE; I am rewriting this series. this is the old first two chapters edited and rewritten into one longer chapter. same will follow for the unedited chapter three and four next week. after I’ll post a complete new chapter. ENJOY!
my other work| part two | three
‘Bye mom’. You step out of the car and wave your mom goodbye before shutting the door behind you and sighing. First day of school, senior year. The only thing you have to do today is pick up your schedule and get introduced to new teachers all day. The first day of school isn’t ever that bad. It’s not a lot of work.
You walked up to the doors when you got a pat on your shoulder. ‘(Y/n)!’ Your best friend greets you. ‘Oh my god, (B/F/N)! How are you?’ You hug her closely. ‘Well, first day of school, eh’ She gives you a half smile. ‘Same’ you laugh together. You hadn’t seen her in a while since you have been working most summer. Of course you had some sleepovers and you went shopping together, but it hadn’t been the summer you dreamed of.
(B/F/N) looks to her side where her eyes meet one of the cutest teachers in the school. Well, not one of the cutest. The cutest. ‘Mr. Hot stuff has returned for another year’ (B/F/N) comments as you watch him walk into the school. You always call him Mr. Hot stuff, because you both hadn’t picked up his name over the last year. Neither of you had had him as a teacher. ‘Let’s get our schedules’ You say. (B/F/N) nods and hooks her arm with yours.
‘We barely have any classes together!’ You exclaim. ‘This is cruel’ (B/F/N) yells. ‘We’ve got to at least have science together, right?’ You ask with a sigh.
Senior year will suck if you don’t have classes with (B/F/N).
‘I don’t know, I have science from..’ She looks over her schedule. ‘Mrs. Johnson, damn it. I hate her’ (B/F/N) says with a disappointed expression on her face, the poor girl despises Mrs. Johnson.
‘Let’s see… Mr. Holland? I’ve never heard of that teacher. It does mean we don’t. have. science. together..’ You say, clearly annoyed. ‘You have got to be kidding me. I gotta be honest I have no clue who that is.’ She says disappointedly. (B/F/N) and you chatted a bit before the bell rang.
‘Shit, I gotta go. See you at lunch’ (B/F/N) says to finish off the conversation and speeds off into the crowd. ‘See ya’ You softly say, but she’s already to far away to hear.
You sigh and pull a hand through your hair. Who knew the first day could have such a disappointing start. You didn’t really want to go to class now. So you stand still in the hall, staring and thinking at and about nothing, waiting for the crowd to become smaller. You sigh once more and turn around.
You walk headfirst into someones chest, losing your balance and falling to the ground. Seconds later a hot liquid spills over your head and onto clothes. You gasp in pain. On your way to the ground you had twisted your leg, in result you sprain your ankle. You reach for your foot. ‘Fuck’ you curse under your breath.
‘Shit, I’m so sorry’ a British, male, voice speaks up. British? You wipe the drink, that appears to be hot tea, off of your face and look up to look Mr. Hot stuff right in his eyes.
‘Are you okay?’ He asks and squats in front you. You feel your face heat up. You and (B/F/N) had been drooling over this man since he had first entered the school. Never had you known his name, age or the subject he teaches. Or even that he’s British.
‘I think so. My ankle hurts.’ You say and looked at your ankle. His eyes widen in worry. ‘A- and I feel a bit dizzy’ You add. ‘Uh-h I’ll take you to the school nurse.. let’s do that. Can you stand up for me, love?’ He seemed really scared. Like he was about to be fired. Or something like that.
He holds out his hand for you to take. You shiver at his touch. His hand folds tightly around yours. He tried to pull you up, supporting your back with his other hand while you tried to balance on one foot. ‘Okay, now try to stand on your other foot, slowly’. He supports you by holding you around your waist, your arm was around his shoulder. You put your foot down on the floor and bite your lip in pain. ‘Maybe we shouldn’t do that’ He comments, seeing that you’re definitely in pain. You both chuckle at his comment.
‘Do you know where the nurses office is? It’s my second year and-’ He started rambling about that he hadn’t visited the nurse before. ‘It’s close to the gym’ You say. ‘That’s.. all the way across the school’ He concludes and combs his hands through his hair in frustration. ‘Is it okay if I…?’ He gestures towards your body with his hands. ‘Hm’ you hummed and nod yes. He scoops you up and carries you to the nurses office.
You couldn’t believe it. Your life isn’t that exciting. And here you are in the arms of “Mr. Hot stuff”. It’s the craziest thing that had happened to you at school ever.
His body was warm and tight. His torso pressed against the side of yours. One of his arms is underneath the cavity of your knees and the other supports your back. You hold onto him, arms around his neck. You don’t even know each other, but it could’ve been more awkward. You tried not to lean your head on him, that’s a bit weird in your opinion.
You and Mr. Hot stuff had rushed into the nurses office. Luckily there was no one else. ‘Oh girl, what happened to you. You can sit her down there, handsome’ The nurse winks at the teacher that worriedly carried you to the table. The school nurse was a very sweet middle aged woman. ‘We were b-both in a rush and I knocked her over when we walked into each other. She must’ve twisted her ankle and she said she feels a bit dizzy and-’ She stopped his rambling and starts taking. ‘Okay, now get out of my office she’s gonna be fine’ The nurse says.
‘She is? Great, that’s great’ He sighs in relief. ‘I’m gonna try and catch up with my class, are you sure she’s gonna be okay?’ He had moved to the door opening, leaning on it. ‘She’s gonna be just fine’.
‘Okay, good. Again I’m so sorry for causing this’ He gestured to you. ‘No worries’ You say. He gave you a dashing smile before disappearing. The nurse started to look at your ankle.
‘Was that your boyfriend? He must be a little older than you’ She commented. You chuckled at her comment. She gave you some aspirin. ‘I’m pretty sure he’s a teacher, but I have no clue who he is or what he teaches’.
‘How’s your head?’ She asks. ‘I’m not dizzy anymore, I just have a bit of a headache’ you rub your head. ‘Your ankle will be fine, you take a quick nap right here to cure your headache and you’ll be good before next period.’
After an hour you were woken up and carried on with your day. At lunch you told (B/F/N) what had happened and she flipped out. Before you knew it eight period rolled around, science from Mr. Holland. You finally get to find out who he is.
You get to the class and when you finally got to the door to give Mr. Holland a handshake you were face to face with that dashing smile once again. He shook your hand before realizing it was you. ‘Mr. Holland-’ he starts and then realizes it’s you. His eyes lit up and the corners of his mouth turned up again. ‘Hey, you’re okay’ he lets go of your hand. ‘Yeah, got some aspirin, am doing fine’ you smile. ‘Good, I was kind of worried’ he scratches the back of his neck and chuckles. ‘I’m (Y/n), by the way’.
You were on the phone with (B/f/n), talking about Mr. Holland or Tom, as you’d like to call him. ‘It’s been two months since I first entered his class and I’m failing, because he’s distracting me. Not on purpose, but still. He is just so hot. And he’s a great teacher, but he’s an amazing person as well’. You say. ‘Maybe you should transfer,’ You both start laughing. ‘I’ll admit I’ll never do that, please don’t transfer I love your Tom stories’ she says. ‘Me too hah- I’m sorry I have to go my mom’s calling me’
‘(Y/n)!’ you hear your mom from outside your door. ‘What?’ You ask as you open the door. She storms into your room with your grade list on her phone. ‘I got an email from school and it’s not looking good. Do I need to take your phone away again? Or should I give your house arrest? You decide. Is (B/F/N) in your science class, because honestly this is just ridiculous. She must be distracting you. She’s exactly like her mother, god.’
‘Mom I’m doing the best I can!’ you go against her. Your mom started rambling about (B/f/n).
‘Well, she’s not the distraction’ you mumble to yourself. You look back to your mom.
‘She’s not even in that class!’
‘Well, you better fix this’ she pointed at you and was about to close the door. ‘I will gosh’. You held the doorknob and slammed it in her face. ‘Stop being so disrespectful!’ She yells once more before you hear her stomping down the stairs. ‘Christ’ You say with a scrunched up face.
‘That will be all, class dismissed’ Mr. Holland says. Students raise from their seats and rush out the door. You take all the time you need to collect your notes and pens. You hang your bag over your shoulder and leave your seat. ‘Bye Mr. H’ you were about to walk out of the classroom when Tom stopped you.
‘Actually (Y/n), could you stay back for a second?’ Mr. Holland asks. You feel your face heat up and you start to stutter. ‘Yeah, yeah sure, what for?’ you put your back down again and take a seat at one of the lab tables. He took the seat next to you.
‘(Y/n), you haven’t been doing exactly great in my class. And I get it, science can be boring and difficult, but I believe that you can get through this year with a little bit of a push. So I would like to offer you tutoring sessions after school or in free periods’ He proposes.
Tutoring sessions. “great” you think. It’s not like you were gonna say no. ‘Sure. I hope it’ll help boost my grade’ You say. ‘It will, trust me.’ He smiled at you. Butterflies rushed through your stomach. Just because of that smile. Than it occurred to you. You’d get to spend extra time with Tom, just the two of you. Now that’s not too shabby.
‘What time do you finish classes today?’ He asks you. ‘Around four’ you respond. ‘Hm what about tomorrow?’. ‘Two thirty’. He sighed. ‘Would you mind showing me your schedule?’
‘Oh not at all’ you say and pull your phone out or your pocket. ‘We could meet up on Monday and Friday. On Monday I’ll go through all the new information with you and on Friday we’ll go through everything we did throughout the week. Sound good?’ He looks at you. A little curl of his hair gets out of the grip of his hair gel and fall onto his forehead. You admired how precious he is. And nod in agreement.
‘Bye Mr. Holland, thanks for the offer’ You wave goodbye and walked out of the door he was leaning against. ‘Anytime (Y/n). I’ll see you in class’ He smiles at you as he watches you walk away.
You did not think the tutoring was gonna help, but it actually did. Your mom hadn’t been paying a lot of attention to you when your grade raised. She was too busy with other things to focus on you at the moment. At first you didn’t know, but after a while your parents sat you down and started the conversation that flipped you life around.
‘We’re getting a divorce.’
As if it couldn’t get any worse. It’s such an unfamiliar situation to you. You don’t know how process it. The next week sucked. Since you didn’t get a good nights rest, you weren’t able to focus on anything. You don’t tell (B/f/n). You aren’t ready. It was a form of denial. Class was a blur. You did not care about anything. You just want to go home and hide in bed.
You looked at the clock. In five minutes class would end. You watched the hands of the clock tick every time another sixty seconds passed. ‘Class dismissed, have a good weekend everyone.’ your Spanish teacher says and snapped you out of your trance. ‘Finally’ you think to yourself.
You walk to your locker to get your coat. You put some of your books in when you hear your name echo through the now empty halls. You turn your head around. You see Tom at the end of the hall with his bag in his hand, his coat hangs over his arm. With he other hand he waves at you. ‘I was gonna get some tea, do you want any? Free drink am I right’ He asks with a little wink.
You forgot it’s Friday. You have tutoring today. You hold the air in your lungs back so you won’t rudely sigh. ‘I’d like some coffee if that’s alright?’ You give him an apologetic smile.
‘Naturally, I’ll see you in 5 minutes’. He walks away and you sigh deeply. Tears build up in your eyes. You sigh once more, wipe away your tears and slammed your locker door shut.
You walk into the classroom you and Tom had planned to meet. When you walk through the door you bump right into him. You fall to the ground and he falls right on top of you. Tom tilts his head up. He looks at you and pushes a strand of hair out of your face. ‘Are you okay?’
You nod yes. He gets up with a grunt and then pulls you up. ‘Bit of a deja vu there’ He chuckles. ‘Well, it actually happened before’ You laugh with him. ‘I’m glad I don’t have tea with me this time’. You both laugh and get inside.
‘Y/n are you with me?’ Tom softly snaps his fingers in front of your face. You pull your head up from your fist and you removed your elbow from the table. ‘You’ve been a little distracted today is everything alright?’ He puts a comforting hand on your upper arm. ‘I’m fine.’ you flash him a weak smile.
Tears prickled your eyes.
‘You’re clearly not. (Y/n) what’s going on?’
He squeezes your arm and turns his upper body towards you. ‘I don’t know..’. you mumble. ‘Is it about a guy? Or a girl that’s fine too. You’re doing fine in school so uh’ He rambles on.
‘My parents are getting divorced’ You clear the air. ‘Oh’ was all he said. ‘And.. ‘ you hesitate on opening up to him, but you decide to anyway. ‘my mom is acting crazy and it’s driving me crazy. I’m tired all the time, it doesn’t matter how much sleep I get. I haven’t really been seeing my friends that often because I have a job after school and well, these tutoring sessions two times a week. Everything just seems like it’s working against me.. I-i’ You wipe away a tear and sob. Your look down at your fidgeting hands as you sigh, tears falling from your eyes. Tom’s jaw was dropped and his eyes were soft.
‘Oh my god this is so embarrassing. I’m sorry’ you say and loathe yourself.
He wasn’t sure of what he was about to do, but he just went for it. ‘No it’s okay.. c’mere’ he softly says as he reaches forward to you. You move with him and you both stand up embracing each other. Your hands creep around his waist and you rest your head against his chest. His arms travel around you and rest above your arms. One of his hands hold the back of your head. The side of his head was pressed against the top of yours.
Ever since Tom had bumped into you that first day of school he felt there was a special connection between the two of you. The tutoring sessions had made his feelings grow stronger and stronger. He knew it was wrong , but he couldn’t help himself. The time had finally come where he could just hold you tight and keep you in his arms without feeling guilty. The feeling that he was doing something extremely wrong. That would disgust others.
He inhales your scent and strokes your hair. You keep sobbing against his chest. ‘It’s gonna be alright’ He whispers and sways you from side to side.
You stand there for awhile, hugging, you sobbing, him whispering things to soothe you. Your heartbeat starts to settle and your breathing pattern stabilizes. You pull away from him even tho you don’t want to. ‘I’m so sorry’ You immediately say and wipe away your tears. ‘No, no it’s okay’ Tom says and lets go of you.
“I want to be here for you, (Y/n). I see you’re going through a rough time and I’m here for you, I can help you through this” Thoughts like these bounced around his head, but he kept them there. ‘Let’s call it a day’ Tom gestures towards the studying equipment on the table. You nod with a smile.
Tom closes up the classroom and walks you to your locker as if he was one of your friends or a fellow student. You were deep in conversation and hadn’t even realized you were already at the door. He holds the door open for you. You smile at the gesture and walk down the front stairs of the school. Tom had to go to the parking lot and you had to go to the opposite direction since you didn’t have a car and the bus didn’t drive at this hour. ‘I have to go left’ You say as you were about to say goodbye. ‘Wait, are you walking home?’ Tom asks. ‘Yeah, I mean it’s just a thirty minute walk’ You shrug.
‘Let me give you a ride’ Tom offers. ‘Mr. Holland, you don’t have to-’ You politely decline. ‘I know, but I want to. I’d rather get you home save’. He smiles at you. ‘Okay, I guess’ you gave in and walk to his car with him. ‘Nice ride’ you compliment him on his car. ‘Thanks’ he says with a chuckle.
Silence falls during the car ride. You had been on the road for about ten minutes. ‘Thank you Mr. H-’ you weren’t finished yet, but Tom cut you off. His eyes were focused on the road. One hand on the wheel the other on his thigh. He had gotten out of his blazer so now he was wearing a shirt that was unbuttoned at the top. Curls dangle upon his forehead. It was a pretty hot sight. ‘You can call me Tom i-if you’d like’ He wanted to slap himself. “Smooth one” he thinks to himself. ‘Sure. Thank you.. Tom. For helping me and being here. A-and for the ride of course’. You say with a little smile even tho he couldn’t see it. Your face as red as a strawberry. ‘Of course, anytime (Y/n). If there’s something that’s bothering you or you’re not feeling well, know that I’m there for you.’ The soothing words smoothly came out of his mouth. You smiled down at your lap.
Weeks had gone by. Your parents were still fighting a lot and you couldn’t wait for this divorce to be done and one of them out of the house.
It’s Monday and you are in your tutoring session.
‘(Y/n), as much as I enjoy our sessions I don’t feel like you need them anymore. We honestly don’t talk about science anymore’ Tom says 10 minutes in. No. Nooo!, you didn’t want it to end. You had gotten to know Tom over these weeks. He is a 23 year old science teacher from London. He transferred to the US because he got offered a great deal here and it was always a dream of his to live in America. He has 3 brothers and a dog named Tessa. He always dreamed of being an actor, but his passion for teaching was bigger and since he was quite the genius he graduated early and became a very young teacher.
‘How’s things at home tho?’ He keeps the conversation going. ‘Not great. They just yell all day. About nothing. “You parked your car to far away from the house, asshole” you imitate your mother. ‘Language’ Tom says trying to come off as serious but he starts laughing soon after and so do you. ‘Just imagining having to go back there today.. it’s exhausting’ you sigh.
‘(Y/n), since we’re done with science.. I uh.. I could- we could grab a coffee or something. I know a place just out of town’. He had you at ‘we could’. ‘I’m sorry that must’ve sounded disturbing. I mean you wouldn’t have to go home for like another hour or so. ’ he suggests. ‘I’d really like that, actually’ you smile up at him.
‘You go get your stuff, I’ll pick you up at the lot exit. So no one gets suspicious’ he awkwardly chuckles. You couldn’t blame him you both knew he was right. You nod and go to your locker.
You stuff all your books into your locker so your bag won’t be heavy. You take some lip gloss out of you bag and apply a thin coat of the glossy liquid while looking into the little mirror on your locker door. As you swipe the brush against your lips a thought occurs to you. “You’re technically going on a date” The thought makes you blush. “A date with a man. An older man. Who is you’re teacher. He can lose his job (Y/n)”. You think. ‘Shit’ you whisper. But you decide to just go with it and be selfish for a little while.
Tom took you to a nice and cozy cafe. Very warm. Much like an idea of a home. You sit in a booth, knees touching. ‘I hope this isn’t.. weird for you’ he said and looked at you while sipping his tea.
‘I mean being here with you is great.. it’s good, but I mean thinking of the way we’re connected it is pretty strange, isn’t it?’ you responded and took a sip of your own drink. ‘True. As long as I’m not making you uncomfortable-’. ‘You’re not. We connect on some kinda level which makes this feel, normal? Like we know each other really well. Like you aren’t my teacher’ You lowered your voice as you mentioned his position. You both were comfortable, but of course it was a little awkward. ‘I feel that too. That connection’ He said. You glanced at each other and both looked back at the table.
You and (B/f/n) had been growing apart over the last few weeks.
“You’re always away. Working, having issues with your parents, studying or being all over Tom” some examples of what she had cried about before. “I have to earn money, my parents are getting divorced and I have to keep working on my grade. Mr. Holland is helping me with that!” You stressed his name. “You don’t even think about our friendship anymore.”
“(B/f/n), once the next break is here and the divorce is done I’ll have so much time. We’ll have so much time together”
“I don’t have time to wait” she said coldly.
“What do you mean?” You asked, your mouth opened in shock.
“You can go find a new best friend. I would tell you to go fuck yourself but why don’t you go fuck Tom instead” she walked to your front door and looked back once more. “And when you do fuck him, let me remind you that he’s 23 and you just turned 17. He’s an adult, you’re a minor. he’s your teacher, you’re his student.” She opened the door before walking out she said; “What you’re doing is illegal”. With that she walked out slammed the door behind her.
“Screw you!” You yelled back, but she was gone.
‘So how are you and your friend uh.. (B/f/n)-’ he snaps his fingers in front of his face as he remembers the name. ‘- how are you two?’. You cringe, because of the mention. ‘I can go find a new best friend.. in her words’ you chuckle thinking about her. How stupid the fight was and how you miss her, even tho she was being quite a bitch. ‘So not good, huh?’ he gives you an apologetic smile. You shake your head no. You and Tom keep talking. About deep stuff, but also about nonsense. More than an hour had passed and you both had some drinks. Tom looks down at his watch and asks for the check. You reach over to your bag. But Tom insists on paying.
‘That was fun’ Tom says as you’re driving back. ‘Definitely. It was the highlight of my week.’ You say with a smile painted on your face. ‘Well, maybe..’ he mumbled. One of his hands is on the wheel another clenched into a fist and presses against his face as his elbow rests against the window. ‘maybe we should uh.. we should do it again sometime?’ his voice pitched as he asks you. Your smile widens and you grin. ‘What? I couldn’t understand you, your hand was in your mouth’ You tease him. He lets out a soft laugh at your comment and hangs his head down with a smile. ‘I asked if you wanted to do it again sometime, maybe?’ he coughs to steady his voice and removes his hand from his face and waves it around. ‘I’d love that, Tom’. His eyes widen and his eyebrows raise. ‘Well, how about we do it on Monday on tutor hours? You don’t need it anymore anyway’.
I got some work to do. Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow ;) - thomas
Ugh same I still have some homework to do. See you tomorrow! :))) - (Y/n)
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IM BAAAAACK, again. It’s been over a year since I first released mr. hot stuff and I love this series. I was sad about the fact I never finished it. life got in the way. but since it’s summer I decided to put some life back into this story. but i want to start fresh. if i’d just upload part five no one will read it since people who read it probably don’t remember. so im rewriting this and putting more thought into the character, story line, grammer.. and hope to deliver quality content. I decided to mash part 1+2 and 3+4 together so they turn into 2 larger chapters. And a new part is coming! you can expect part two next week. im glad im back.
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