So it’s like 6.30 am here: I’ve been knowingly awake since 5.45, yet I don’t think I really slept even before that. My temp and pain are all over the place lol and I have a full day at school (8.45-3.45, yes that is a 7 hour solid day.)
BESIDES THE POINT.
In this past 45 minutes I’ve come up with the most DELECTABLE scenario and I’d like to share it.
It starts on a Thursday. On Thursdays I have music p1+2, free p3+4, PSHE p5, then lunch, then English (Shakespeare) 6-9. Yes we have nine lessons.
And it begins with me forgetting my lunch on my mums kitchen counter which my boyfriend noticed when he let himself in later on in the day to sit with the dogs. Instantly, he picks my lunch up and packs me a few goodies before heading out to his car. During this I’m in a triggering PSHE lesson about topics I’d rather not think about so early in the morning.
When he arrives he charms the desk lady to let him in over the intercom and convinces her to accompany him from central office to my building. Someone in my block hears the low hum of his car and the engine shutting off once he parks, and instantly identifies it as a Jaguar, and proceeds to mouth this word to the entire class (all of sixth form, 30ish people) while in a very tense discussion.
Minutes later, the class is nearly over, and a 6ft+ figure clad in a ‘casual suit’ is looming outside the doorway, his frame but not his face visible to almost all of the class from the glass walls. I however sit in the far corner. Then, when chairs start moving and students begin standing, he gently knocks on the door and opens it with a rubber glove covered hand.
“So sorry to intrude,” says his suave voice to the two teachers in charge, the sound slightly muffled by his mask, “I’m just here to drop off a lunch. Do you mind?”
The staff shake their heads, and everyone in the class just kind of stares in awe as he carries a pink lunch bag around the room. He’s taller than the rest of the boys by a long shot, and dressed so impeccably, that’s not to mention the facial hair and the auburn man bun resting at the nape of his neck. He’s definitely older, they can tell, and they momentarily forget that they’re all meant to be signing out in order to head for lunch in the village. He looks... familiar to many of them.
Their eyes follow his, scanning the room, until he spots his destination. The small girl, cramped in her chair behind a single desk and between two towering bookshelves, book open before her and crutches by her side. He gains a bounce in his step at the sight of her red waves, nearly fastened with a ribbon, and he bounds over to her, alerting her to his presence by a hand on her shoulder. Or should I say, mine.
“Hiya princess,” he says. “Tom!” I almost shout in return, all decorum having flown out the window as I fling myself upon him, beaming from ear to ear despite the tear tracks on my pale cheeks. He curls his arms around me and holds my figure off the ground as he plucks the chair from behind my desk and seats himself down.
He brushes my hair from my temple and places a soft kiss to the centre of my forehead. “You feel warm sweetheart. Temperature okay?” I hum in reply. “Blood pressure? Oxygen? Heart?” I chuckle. “I’m fine, Tom.” But he won’t relent, even when he traces his finger up my spine. “All of your tablets? Heart? Pain? St-“ “yes tommy.”
With that final reassurance, he quietens down enough to ask why I’m crying, why I look so forlorn, but before I can respond, a nervous figure of only 5ft7 stands bear us, rocking on the balls of his feet. “Sorry, we just wanted to know if Lis is ok.” He says, and I scoff lightly. “No, you wanted to know why my boyfriend is here and who he is, isn’t that right Sam? You were just elected interrogator.”
He doesn’t even deny it, but he does move a palm to cover mine, startling my face up and alerting Tom to my mild discomfort. “So you’re Sam, are you?” To says contemptuously. “It was a tough lesson for her is all. I checked the schedule on the cooker, s*icide lesson just. It’s a triggering topic. She went through that for a long time and didn’t particularly need a reminder.” Sam almost looks upset by those words, and holds his arms open , almost as if inviting me for a hug. I look to Tom for reassurance, and move into Sams arms for just a moment before I detach myself. “Thanks Sam.” I say. “Would you mind getting me a cup of tea, babe?” And Tom stands up too.
A few minutes later and he’s back at my table with a mug of hot milky tea, disgracefully taken with sugar and without earl grey, but Tom steals a few sips nonetheless. We can hear people talking, but no one has the balls to talk to us for a while, until a girl with no social etiquette comes bouncing up and asks, “are you famous or something? You look proper familiar. Where’ve I seen your face before? Sure as hell isnt from her, you’d never know she exists for all she speaks.” Tom stifles a chuckle and pecks my lips before answering. “My name is Tom Hiddleston.”
A few murmurs erupt around the class, but nothing too major. It’s like they can place the name and the face but can’t put it together. “My perfect boyfriend is a top class actor,” I reply, something snide in my tone. “He’s performed brilliantly in movies such as I Saw the Light, Crimson Peak, High Rise and more; he won an award for his incredible acting in The Night Manager, a short series; and he has played Loki in the Marvel Cinematic Universe and Thor franchise. Not to mention that he was Coriolanus in the National Theatre Live production which he should’ve gotten an accolade for, and he’s also a unicef ambassador. Need I go on? He can sing, play guitar, piano, trumpet; he can juggle while holding beer between his feet, he can play rugby, and he can recite Shakespeare at the drop of a hat. Never once has he been in trouble for saying something offensive, and he’s the kindest soul I’ve ever known.”
A chorus of awwhs sound from odd places around the room once I finally die down, only to receive a sudden pash from Tom. I unravel the tie from his hair and let my fingers run through the curls, tugging gently at the roots as a sign of gratitude. A few people speak to us after that, but none of the interactions of signing autographs and taking pictures and such (good natured tommyyyy), are as memorable as when a man with even less social graces than the girl before.
“So are you two shagging or not?!” He shouts from the kitchenette. Tom and I share a glance before I concede and let him take this one. He gently tugs at the collar of his shirt and moves his neck to the side. The bruising purple marks, the faint scratches... they’re answer enough and people begin to ooooooh. He sits and runs his hands up my arms and my spine and my hair while I finish my lunch, and Tom then carries me and my bag and my crutches over to the other side of the stairs for my afternoon class.
“Miss, this is Tom Hiddleston, my boyfriend.” I say. She seems instantly enamoured and leaps into questioning him about Shakespeare and his favourite performances and his favourite books. He answers all of her questions before leaping into his favourite Shakespearean monologue, absolutely dazzling my teacher. “Would you care to stay in our lesson this afternoon? I’m sure you have some wonderful insight.” She offers, and he graciously accepts. “I studied the tempest at university, and I do quite enjoy the play. I’d love to share my thoughts.”
And that’s where I got up to really got at the end of the day he walks me to his car and we drive home lol. It took me almost an hour to write this plz appreciate it.
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