The ringtone from my phone buzzes in my right ear, causing me to awake. I pick the phone up, and it's not someone calling, it's a message. (Thomas: can we talk? I want to explain about last night.) I don't know if I really want to find out why he kissed that girl, I didn't even know her name and I hated her. (Me: I guess..) (Thomas: come over to my house?) I guess I didn't really have a choice, if I didn't go over, he would end up on the front porch of my house. I sit up, and walk over to my dresser. I change and pull my hair back into a neater pony tail, then walk downstairs. As I walk out the front door and towards his house, I can feel the knot in my stomach tightening. I knock on the front door when I arrive on his porch, and almost immediately it swings open. He scans me up in down, and releases a smile. I step inside, and he shuts the door behind me. "So," he says walking towards the couch. I follow behind him, but sit on the farthest side on the couch while he sits in the middle of it. "I just want to start off by saying I'm really sorry. The kiss meant nothing, I swear." "Who was she anyway?" I ask, clearly annoyed. "Her names Claire, she is Ben's cousin." From now on, I hate everyone named Claire. Tears form in my eyes, and Thomas slides down beside me so our bodies are touching. He runs his hand up and down my back, making me feel no better than I already do. "I just need to know one thing Thomas. Did you kiss her first?" The first tear rolls down my cheek, sending one after another. "Uhmm..." He places his hand on his neck and runs it up and down awkwardly. "T-Thomas?" I whisper, trying to hold back the hurt in my voice. "That doesn't matter now, I was drunk. I wasn't thinking straight." He places his hand on my thigh, which just makes me feel uncomfortable at the moment. I keep my head faced down, not daring to look at him. "Y/n, please believe me." He pushes my chin up with his finger, forcing me to look in his eyes. "How about I grab us a drink?" He says standing up. "What would you like?" He asks walking towards the kitchen. "Any things fine." He disappears into the other room. After Thomas is out of sight, his phone vibrates on the table. I quietly pick it up, and read the message. (Claire: last night was fun, we should do it again sometime(; ) Tears stream down my face, and I don't bother to wipe them. So he already had her number? Clearly she means something to him! I unlock his phone, which I know is wrong, but I start to type away. (Me: last night was a mistake, don't talk to me anymore.) Before I could stop myself, I pressed the send button. I can't believe I just did that.
