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Tom had joined Isla on the cracked, mossy couch . The two chatted aimlessly.
Tom sat spreading his legs out, brushing Islas. With his hand over the top of the sofa, inches away from her.
"And I was the one to get in trouble, never Bill- He's always been a goodie two shoes." Tom laughed. "He's still one?" Isla asked giggling. Tom scoffed, basically a yes
Coincidentally, at that second Islas phone rang, it was Bill. She watched it, letting it ring contemplating what to do
She could feel toms eyes almost burning a hole into her phone- "Answer it." Suddenly his voice had dropped, he sounded like he was anticipating something, something that he wouldn't like.
does he not fucking trust me or what?
She clicked the answer button "Hey Isla, i just saw your text but you haven't been answering" Bill said chirpily
"Ohhh sorry Bill-" she was saying before Tom interrupted "yea, she's been with me Bill" Tom said halve jokingly. Bill went on to ask the two if they needed a lift. Not knowing how to answer, She glanced at Tom, who had already been looking at her
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"You should come to mine" he whispered smiling "Yea can you pick us up Bill thanks." she ended the call winking at Tom.
"By the way- what did you message Bill?" Tom questioned
Figuring it was better to just get rid of Toms obvious doubt, Isla clicked on her and Bills chat, passing her phone to Tom as he scanned the messages.
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He furrowed his brow, looking back up to Isla. "Tom there's nothing between me and Bill" "It's not your fault Isla, you don't know- but he's such a fucking hypocrite."
Tom wanted to tell Isla about how Bill had basically condemned him from ever being with Isla, he knew that maybe she'd feel differently knowing that. But he couldn't- that would fuck everything.
The temptation of telling her sat on the tip of his tongue, ready to spring out.
Changing the subject, Isla decided to speak her mind, "Tom, can i just ask- because i need to know. What actually are we?"
In that same second, Tom pulled Isla into him, kissing her. Her heart pattered, she knew that this was Toms way of avoiding questions, but it made her want to ask even more, to maybe get this response again.
oh my god?
After collecting herself, Isla reciprocated. Throwing her arms around Toms shoulders she leaned into him, kissing him.
