Misunderstood (Discontinued)

Chapter 10

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Alex's POV

"T-Thomas?", I pull away. What the fuck just happened?  Thomas jerks back, pale with a worried expression. 

"I... I don't know w-what happened...", I didn't mean to say that out loud. 

"Alexander WHAT THE FUCK?!", Thomas's face goes from pale to almost red with anger. 

"I- YOU STARTED IT!", I shouted back. 

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I STARTED IT?! YOU WERE STARING!", He steps forward.

"YOU WERE LOOKING BACK!", I shove him back, glaring at him. Why was he mad at me? He didn't do anything to stop it!

"Alexander...", He looks to the ground, "I... I got to go.." Thomas hurriedly runs to the door, nearly slamming it behind him. A heavy sigh escaped my lips, I run a shaky hand through my hair as it drapes on my shoulders, dusting over my face. 

"If only I could hide behind it...", I blow it out of my face. I need a cold shower. Now. 

Thomas POV

"T-Thomas?", Alex slowly moves away. I bit my tongue to refrain from screaming bloody murder. He mutters something I can't decide on. I can barely even hear my own thoughts right now, my heart is pounding in my ears, my breath is practically gone from the kiss and the shock. I don't know what to say so I resort to shoving the blame off me.

"Alexander WHAT THE FUCK?!", my face flushes, I don't know if it's from what just happened or if it's from the boiling anger inside of me. Though, I'm not mad at Alex... I'm mad at myself. 

I am yanked from my thoughts as Alex snaps back, "I- YOU STARTED IT!", shit- good job Thomas, he is fucking mad and now fucking hates you. Fucking great. I try to calm down but I can't quite swallow my ego and I vomit out the words before I can stop them. 

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN I STARTED IT?! YOU WERE STARING", I was staring too. I step closer. Maybe he will see the struggle in my eyes because I have a too big a stick up my ass, I can't be leveled down to a "normal" or "average" person. Alexander only shifts backward, yelling, "YOU WERE LOOKING BACK". 

Before I say anything I don't mean, I decide to end it. 

"Alexander...", I become interested in my shoes, ducking my head," I... I got to go..". I nearly sprint to the door, closing it a little too hard. 

"Sorry", I mutter. More so apologizing about ditching in the middle of a semi-important conversation, albeit a yelling match, and not about the door slamming. I keep my head down, as I drag my legs through the snow which feels a hundred times heavier. I shove the key into the lock, pushing the door open. Small clumps of snow trickle into the entryway, that's the least of my concerns right now. I go to my bedroom, softly closing the door. Yanking my coat and snow pants off, I throw myself onto the soft bed. 

I can't even think about what happened with Alexander so I don't. Instead, I turn my focus to the ceiling, popcorn ceiling some people would call it, I spotted numbers, faces. There was a group that looked like a cat, and one a man with a cane and- oh who the fuck am I kidding? I can't stop thinking about the kiss, the way it felt... him. God, he is in my head. 

I groan, rolling on my side. It felt right but it's so wrong. My father was very clear on that. Men love women, women carry the children, the family line keeps going on. My mother never said much, but one firm nod from her shut me and my siblings up. Although my mother spoke through her eyes, and they always concealed somethin'. Her eyes twinkled often when having to agree with Father. I could always tell when she didn't agree with some tangent father was rambling on about. Maybe I could call her, speaking to her consistently calmed my nerves.