Just Saying

C H A P T E R 6

Thomas' Point of View

I sat in my seat staring at Mickey, who was sat three rows in front of me right beside the walls. Her hair was greasy and full of tangles. Her face was a sickly pale color, bags hung under her eyes. She was constantly sniffling and wiping her cheeks through out the whole discussion.

It breaks my heart seeing her like this, but it was for the best. Ryder has been nothing but trouble ever since they started dating and as selfish as it seems, I'm very glad that they broke up. Douchebag move, I know.

Ever since what happened last Friday, Ryder called it quits through a phone call on Saturday night which is also our movie night. So when he called, he basically ruined the happy vibe surrounding the two of us resulting in me comforting her, yet again.

Don't get me wrong, I really love comforting her. It gives me the chance to hold her close to me but sometimes it pisses me the hell off when the cause of her tears is Ryder's stupidity.

I swear I could care for Mickey way better than he ever could.

S i g h.

If only I wasn't such a wuss then maybe things would've turned out differently.

"God, man. Mik looks horrible," Calum whispers from behind me.

"I know, Cal. I know." Is all I mutter before fixing my gaze on the clock.

Just a few more minutes and it'll finally be the end of Monday.

The bell rings sooner than I thought. The teacher hands out a few worksheets for us to answer at home, before dismissing us. I store my things away and made my way over to Mickey, who hasn't moved from her spot, just staring blankly at nothing.

I sigh.

I tap her shoulder lightly, successfully pulling her back to reality. She hums in reply, still wiping her tear-stained cheeks.

"Come on. I'm taking you home" I keep her things for her and then sling her bag on my shoulder.

"But Michael has band practice with Cal, Luke and Ash. I can't take the keys from him," she murmurs, sniffing.

"Don't worry. I brought my car today."

I tug on her sleeves softly. She unwillingly stands but almost immediately she collapses to the floor.

I manage to catch her just in time.

She forces out a sheepish laugh, pulling away from my grasp to stand on her own.

"I'm sorry. I'm a bit of a klutz today." I nod slightly. I grab her wrist and carefully pulled her out of the room, out the halls and finally the gates.

We reach my car quickly. I open the door for her. She mumbles a soft thank you and gets in. I slam the door shut and jogged over to my side. I open the door to the backseat and carelessly threw the bags in before sliding in to the driver's seat.

I start up the car while I blindly search for a beanie. I hand her it to which she accepts hesitantly.

"Unless you want to walk around the park with messy hair, I suggest you wear that."

Her mouth forms an 'O' then giggles afterwards. She puts on the beanie, looking at her reflection through the side mirror.

She turns to me, showing a thumbs up.

"Better." I chuckle, poking her left cheek. She laughs loudly in return.

"Glad to have you back, Mickey," I mutter teasingly. She scrunches her nose up and pokes me on my right cheek, like I did earlier.

We arrive at the park minutes later. We both got out and proceeded to walk to bridge nearby.

We sat on the edge of bridge, dangling our feet over the surprisingly clear water.

"So, how's everything?" I ask cautiously after a series of random topics.

"I had better days, but I guess I'm okay. I'll just forget about him and move on. Like every other human does." She laughs coldly, her eyes shifting to a darker shade. I guess I hit a nerve there.

"He was a douchebag anyway," She adds quietly. She sniffles, wiping her eyes at the same time.

I bite the inside of my cheek and sling an arm over her shoulders. I pull her towards me, encasing her in a hug. She gladly accepts and cries freely on the crook of my neck.

I sigh.

"You deserve better, Mickey," I mumble. She nods in reply, sniffling once again.

"I'm so sorry, Tommy." I furrow my brows in confusion.

"What for?"

"For being stupid enough to like that...that...that arsehole." I chuckle softly, stroking her hair every few seconds.

"Hey love, s'not your fault for liking him, yeah? He's a massive douchebag, I'll tell ya that but he's also doing a bloody good job on the looks department, so I clearly understand how this crap happened."

She giggles slightly, her face still buried on the crook of my neck.

"Thank you, Tommy," She whispers, wrapping her arms around me then leaning her head on my shoulder.

"Anything to cheer you up, love," I say whilr kissing her forehead.

Comfortable silence engulfs us afterwards.

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Short :(