Tom and I walked along the street in utter silence, both of us refusing to talk first as we walked to his house. It was the first meeting that we'd have to talk about this stupid English project that we had to do, and I was already in two minds about it. One mind told me that anything could happen when we were alone, especially if I was right about unresolved sexual tension contributing to our awkwardness like I thought that it did. But then, the other mind told me that I did still hate Tom, or at least I thought that I did and he hated me too. Even if we got some amazing hate sex out of it, we could never be together. Tom was an asshole, and I was sure that he saw me the same way. So, unfortunately, the most that I'd be lucky to get out of this would be a hate fuck, but that would have to do.

"Here we are." Tom mumbled, making me stop in my tracks as he turned without warning and opened the front gate of one of the houses. I looked up at it, my eyes widening.

"Holy shit. I had no idea that you had such a nice house." I scoffed as I followed him up the path to the front door.

"Why would you? We're not friends." He spat back. I rolled my eyes at him as he opened the front door, my eyes widening further as the house was even nicer on the inside.

"Seriously, Tom, most kids like us come from really shitty homes, so I'm a bit shocked that you're actually upper-class." I nodded.

"Well, I'm the family disappointment, everyone else excels, and I'm the exception. So, yeah, we have a nice house." He scoffed, making me sigh as he headed upstairs and I followed him. This was going to be a long two hours.

"I don't like that idea, it's too basic, everyone else will be thinking the same thing." I shook my head as Tom and I sat at his desk in his room.

"Okay, but the thing is, love, that I don't hear you coming up with any of your own ideas." He nodded.

"How many times have I told you to not call me 'love'?" I spat.

"Probably the same number of times that I've asked you not to call me 'Tommy'." He snapped back. I rolled my eyes and slumped back in the chair that I was in. Tom and I had only been at his house for half an hour now, but we'd already been fighting the entire time. So far, we'd fought about what question we wanted to do for the project, how we were dividing the workload, even which chair we were both sitting on. I just couldn't believe that the fights were getting so pathetic, but that was where we were now at.

"Let's just get on with this. The sooner that we do it, the sooner that I can leave." I mumbled.

"Don't worry, love, regardless of if we get this done, I'm kicking you out at five." He returned, the boy not bothering to look at me as he started typing away on his laptop. I clenched my jaw at the nickname, though I tried to ignore the slight flurry of butterflies that I always ignored when he called me nicknames. I couldn't like hearing them from him, I just couldn't, because if I did, that opened the door to feelings and affection, which I knew that I couldn't have with Tom. My eyebrows furrowed as I only just clocked what he was writing on the laptop.

"Tom, what the fuck, that's not what we agreed on." I scoffed as I sat forward again.

"What do you mean? We literally decided on this question five seconds ago." He returned the scoff as he looked at me.

"No, we didn't, because I said that it was too basic, how the fuck did you forget that already?" I spat.

"Fucking whatever. Like I said, I don't hear you coming up with anything else yourself." He snapped.

"Oh, so you DO remember me saying that it was too basic." I nodded sarcastically.

"Fucking shut up for two seconds, would you?" He hissed.

"Make me, asshole." I spat. Suddenly, something inside of Tom snapped. Before I knew what was happening, Tom had shot up from his chair and had grabbed me by my biceps, making me yelp out as he pulled me up. He harshly pinned me to the wall before leaning down and smashing our lips together. My eyes widened but I returned the kiss, my heart and mind racing at the fact that Tom was actually kissing me. And he'd been the one to initiate it. Maybe I hadn't been wrong after all about the unresolved sexual tension. I raised my hands and pushed on Tom's chest, making him break the kiss as I pushed him away from me. We stared at each other with wide eyes, his mouth falling open and our chests rising and falling in pants as I kept my hands against his t-shirt.

"Fuck...Fuck, I'm so sorry, Y/N." He gulped and shook his head.

"Don't be sorry, do it again." I demanded. His eyes widened even further at my words.

"What?" He scoffed.

"Either kiss me again, or kick me out early, because I can't be around you right now if you're not going to fuck me." I admitted. He gulped harshly, his eyes flicking over my face as if he was trying to decide what to do. But deep down, both of us knew what conclusion he'd reach.

"Fuck it." He mumbled before ducking his head down again and smashing our lips together. I returned the kiss immediately, my eyes fluttering shut and my hands raising to hold Tom's face as he gripped my hips. Within seconds, the kiss got heated, Tom's tongue slipping into my mouth and dominating the kiss as we made out. I could already tell that he was going to dominate this entire hook-up, but I wasn't about to complain. I was interested to see his dom side come out. "Jump." He demanded against my lips. I did what I was told and jumped, Tom catching me and cupping my ass with his hands as I wrapped my legs around his waist. We continued to make out feverishly, our lips moulding together as he carried me to the bed and gently lay me down on it before crawling over me.

"How is someone who's such a bitch, so fucking sexy at the same time?" He mumbled as he broke the kiss and moved his lips down to my neck.

"How is someone who's such an asshole, so fucking sexy at the same time?" I retorted.

"Touché." He smirked against my skin, making me return it and let my eyes flutter shut as he started to leave open-mouthed and nippy kisses against my neck. My heart was thumping more harshly by the second, the space in between my legs now thoroughly soaked as every movement that Tom made turned me on more. His lips moved down my skin, his hands starting to pull at the bottom of my t-shirt to indicate that he wanted it off. I sat up and complied, not in the mood today to try and question the authority that Tom had claimed in this situation as he pulled the garment off.

"Fuck, love." he mumbled, making me smirk and bite my lip as his eyes raked over my lace-covered chest.

"I was told by Haley when we first argued that I didn't want to make an enemy out of you. But maybe you shouldn't have made an enemy out of me, look what you missed out on." I cooed teasingly, making him return my smirk as he also pulled his t-shirt over his head to leave both of our torsos almost naked before he lay me back down again.

"I'm getting it now, though, aren't I, sweetheart?" He flirted back before leaning down and started to kiss my skin again. I watched as he kissed down the valley of my breasts, his arm curling around my back and unclipped my bra as his lips and tip of his nose trailed down my stomach. My breathing started to get more jagged as he got closer to where I needed him the most, my hands lowering to rest in his hair as his fingers worked to undo the button and zip of my jeans.

"Tommy, hurry, please." I gulped as he hooked his fingers into the waistband before pulling them down.

"Don't push your luck, love, I hate you enough to let you leave here without an orgasm, so don't rush me." He warned.

"Says he who's literally about to go down on me." I scoffed.

"And what?" He teased, making me roll my eyes at him as he pulled my panties down too and threw them over his shoulder to leave me completely naked. Without warning, he leant down and attached his lips to my clit.

"Fuck!" I cried out, my back immediately arching and my hands flying down to his hair as he started to eat me out.

"You taste amazing, love, shit." He hummed into me, making me choke as he curled his arms around my legs to pull me closer. His lips sucked on my clit, his tongue dipping in and out of me as he ate me out, and the pleasure already started to build. I choked at the feeling, my eyes shut and my mouth hanging open as my hands softly pulled on Tom's hair. After all, I wasn't about to take out my anger for him on the feature that I'd noticed, and loved, about him first.

"Tommy, fuck." I moaned, the boy smirking against me as I started to wriggle and writhe underneath him in order to try and deal with the pleasure. By now, moans were freely leaving my lips, the boy's mouth feeling incredible against my soaked core as he worked me so well. Almost as if he'd already done it to me countless times. This asshole was good at what he did, and he knew it.

"Feel good, darling?" He teased as he curled his arms further around my legs and landed his hands against my stomach to further pin me down.

"So good, don't stop, please." I moaned, the knot further building in my stomach with every suck of his lips or dipping of his tongue inside of me. He smirked at my words, the boy's face buried in between my thighs as he licked me towards my high. Pornographic moans left my lips, my fingers pulling on Tom's curls with more strength the closer that I got to my first orgasm of the hook-up. He was making me feel amazing, and he knew it, the boy devouring my pussy as if I was his last meal as I got ever closer to the edge.

"Tommy." I choked, my toes curling against his shoulders and my body writhing even more as the knot in my stomach got uncomfortably tight.

"You getting close, darling?" He hummed into me.

"So close, please." I moaned, my back arching off of his bed again as my body prepared me for what was about to hit.

"Cum for me, sweetheart, let go." Tom cooed. That was all that I needed. The knot finally broke, making me cry out as my orgasm hit me. Waves of pleasure moved through my body, my mouth hanging open and my eyes squeezed shut as I harshly pulled on Tom's curls in an attempt to deal with how amazing I felt. It passed after a second, making me sigh out and relax back against the bed as Tom stood up. I looked at him.

"Not going to lie, I was half thinking that you'd edge me there." I admitted, making him smirk and bite his lip as he undid his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers to allow his rock-hard dick to spring free.

"I may dislike you, but I'm not that mean." He teased as he crawled back over me and grabbed a condom from his bedside table. My eyebrows furrowed at his words. He had gone from hating my guts and yelling at me ten minutes ago, to only disliking me? I knew that the change was hardly a big one, but part of me dared to hope that it was a slip-up on his end, and that maybe, he didn't even dislike me at all. But I knew that that was wishful thinking, and was far from what I should have been thinking about considering that the god of a boy was currently naked on top of me and was about to fuck me. Tom rolled the condom onto his dick before looking down at me.

"You sure that you want to do this, love? Say now if you have any doubts." He shook his head.

"Oh, so I couldn't say if I had doubts during? Wow." I teased.

"I'm trying to be nice here, darling. I'm trying to be a good guy for you." He admitted. My teasing smile dipped, my heart leaping at his words. That he was trying to be a good guy. For me. Something had changed with him since we'd started this hook-up, and I think that I liked it.

"I'm sure." I reassured with a nod. He returned it and gave me a small smile before leaning down and kissing me again. I returned the kiss, my eyes fluttering shut and my hands curling around his neck to pull him closer as we made out again. Tom used the intimate moment as a chance to start pushing into me, a quiet sigh leaving my lips at the feeling.

"Fuck." I choked as he bottomed out within seconds.

"You feel so good, shit." He breathed as he broke the kiss and dropped his head to my neck.

"Move, Tommy, please." I nodded. He returned it and started to thrust into me, quiet breaths of sexual relief leaving my lips at the sensation of how perfect he felt inside of me. He picked up the pace, the boy soon developing the steady rhythm of thrusting his hips into me with relative speed as he started to fuck me. I choke at the feeling, my arms curling around his shoulders and pulling him closer to me as the sensitivity of my pussy from my first orgasm helped the second knot of the hook-up to already start developing. Tom curled his arm around my back and pulled me into his chest, our bodies pressed flush together as he fucked me steadily.

"Tommy, fuck." I moaned into his ear, his tip hitting my g-spot perfectly to already send me spiralling towards my second orgasm.

"I know, sweetheart, you feel amazing too, shit." He grunted into my ear. I smirked and pulled him closer, the boy's lips pressing to my neck to leave-open mouthed kisses against my skin as he fucked me into next week. His hips were violently snapping against mine by now, his forearms on either side of my head tensing already at how good it felt for both of us. The sound of our skin slapping together was bouncing off of the walls, the chorus of our moans and the smell of sex filling Tom's room as he roughly pounded into me. The feeling of him fucking me so well paired perfectly with him leaving hickeys on my neck, the sensations of both acts throwing me towards my orgasm as the knot got increasingly tight in my stomach.

"Darling, I don't know how much longer I'll last, I'm so fucking close already." Tom grunted into my neck as the veins started to pop out of his arms on either side of my head.

"I'm getting there too, Tommy, please don't stop." I begged.

"Fucking no way am I stopping." He scoffed, making me smirk as he raised his head and smashed our lips together again. I returned the kiss, it immediately becoming heated as we made out and Tom's hips continued to collide with mine. The kiss was the last thing that I needed to once again push me over the edge.

"Tommy, fuck, shit!" I cried out as the knot broke. I arched my back into his chest, my fingers harshly pulling his curls and my mouth hanging open as my second orgasm hit me like a truck. Waves of pleasure moved violently through me, my body seizing and jolting underneath Tom's and my legs shaking around his waist as the feeling took strong hold of me.

"Love, fuck, fuck." Tom moaned into the kiss, the boy's hands balling into fists around the pillow on either side of my head as he reached his climax too. His body stilled for a few seconds before collapsing back on top of me. Both of us panted heavily, our bodies coming down from the incredible highs as we just lay there. I gulped harshly, my heart racing in my chest as I tried to figure out what that had just meant. Was it hate sex...or had Tom's words during meant to be a warning to me that it was more? I guessed that I was about to find out.

"Wow." Tom sighed in relief as he pulled out of me, making me bite my lip at him as he sat up and binned the condom before lying back down next to me.

"We just had sex." I stated as we lay on our backs next to each other, the covers covering me from my chest down whilst they covered Tom from his waist down.

"Yeah. We did." He chuckled and nodded, his eyes moving to look at me as he rested his arm behind his head. I bit my lip and returned the glance.

"What did it mean? Because, it's fine if it was just meant to be hate sex to clear the tension, but I need to know if I need to be ready to get my feelings hurt." I admitted. His eyebrows furrowed at me, making my eyes widen and my heart leap as I realised what I'd just said. Couldn't keep your fucking mouth shut, could you, Y/N, I thought as Tom stared at me.

"What...what do you mean, you need to be ready for if your feelings get hurt? I-I thought that that was just meant to be meaningless sex." He scoffed. I gulped harshly and looked back at the ceiling, my heart plummeting to my feet as tears pricked my eyes. He didn't feel the same way back. And despite me being prepared for it, it still hurt like a bitch.

"Y-yeah. It, um...was meant to be just be meaningless sex." I lied as I kept my eyes glued to the ceiling and tried not to cry. But they didn't stay there for long. I felt Tom's hand cup my cheek, making me look at him with furrowed eyebrows as he hovered over me.

"What-." He leant down and gently kissed me. My eyes widened, though I quickly sunk into it as my hand raised to hold his face too. He broke the kiss and looked down at me, making me gulp harshly as I got more confused by the second.

"When I said that I thought that it was just meant to be meaningless, I said that because I thought that that was what you wanted. Bit of hate sex to clear the air, go back to fighting, not speaking to each other, and disliking each other. That's not what I want, but I figured that that was what you wanted, so that's why I said that." He admitted. My eyes widened at his words.

"What do you mean that it's not what you want? What do you want, Tom?" I scoffed. He sighed and let go of my cheek, making me look at the boy as he lay back down on his back next to me.

"Fuck, this is so embarrassing." He mumbled and closed his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Talk to me, Tom." I nodded. He sighed and turned his head to look at me again.

"I like you, okay? I have since you came to the school. Fuck, I really respected you saying something when you didn't appreciate the staring and the nicknames, but then it became very obvious very quickly that it had given you a very bad first impression of me. And I'm not someone who likes to apologise, so like a dick, I just went with it instead of making it right. I've never disliked you, or even hated you, love. I've just been a fucking idiot." he scoffed and shook his head. My breath hitched at his words, my heart starting to race as I took them in. As I took in Tom's confession that he liked me back. Even if it had taken him four months to admit that.

"What happens if I admit that I'm a fucking idiot too? Because I like you back, but I also assumed that we couldn't happen, so I kept it going too?" I asked as I rolled onto my side to look at him. His eyes widened at me.

"What?! You're joking." He scoffed.

"I wish." I smiled and shook my head, making him laugh and squeeze his eyes shut again.

"Wow. We really did just waste four months pretending to hate each other, huh." He chuckled as he rolled onto his side to also look at me. I returned the chuckle and bit my lip, making him give me a small smile as his eyes flicked over my face.

"Now that we know, can I take you out on a date? Start over, actually give this relationship a chance?" He asked.

"I'd love that, Tommy. I really would." I smiled.

"Now that I know that you don't hate me, that nickname sounds perfect coming from your lips." He smirked, making me giggle as he leant in and kissed me again.

Tom and I walked around the school to where our friendship group smoked, our hands joined and fingers intertwined as they came into our view. Harrison and Haley looked up as we walked towards them, their eyes widening at the sight of us.

"Holy shit...what the fuck happened to you two?" Haley scoffed as we got to them.

"Yeah, there's so much to go through here...you're holding hands, you've joined us together, and you both look happy...you fucked each other, didn't you?" Harrison nodded.

"Harrison?!" Haley scolded as she lightly whacked the boy's arm.

"What?! How else do you explain them being all buddy-buddy after half a year of ripping each other apart? It's obvious, they finally cleared the sexual tension." He shrugged.

"Harrison is right, Haley. We hooked up at Tom's after starting work on our project, and then admitted to each other that we don't actually hate each other, we like each other." I stated.

"I'm taking her out on our first date on Friday." Tom nodded, making me smile at him and squeeze his hand.

"About time, I reckon. The sexual tension between you two was palpable, not to mention that you do look good together. I'm happy for you two." Harrison smiled.

"So am I. I told you that he was your type, mate." Haley giggled.

"I have to admit, you were right." I smiled, making Tom return it and kiss my head as we stood and continued talking with our friends, Tom's arm curling around my waist and holding me into his side before long. Just the way that I already liked it.