Unexpected Love

Part 5

I awake to the glowing sunshine filling my room, so bright it's almost blinding. I squint, and rub my eyes, trying to take the grogginess out of them. I yawn, then uncover my legs as they hang over the bed. I slowly make my way for the bathroom down the hall, checking my parent's bedroom before I open the door. Of course, they're still not home. I fix my hair, pulling it up into a tight ponytail. Then apply my usual makeup, a little foundation, blush, and mascara, but nothing more. I cross the hall heading back into my bedroom and disconnect my phone from its charger as I check to see who texted me. (Thomas: are you still up for the party?) A small smile tugs at the corner of my mouth, slightly revealing a small smirk. (Me: yeah. So what time are you picking me up?) I set my phone on the corner of the stand, then pull out a nice pair of jeans and a cropped t-shirt from my closet, slipping them on. My phone buzzes from the stand, and I move toward the stand, picking my phone up. (Thomas: how does 12 sound?) I glance at the time on my lock screen to see its 10. (Me: sounds good, see you then.) I slip my phone into the back pocket of my jeans as I exit my room, skipping down the stairs into the kitchen. I receive a bowl from the cupboard, and set it on the table as I grab the milk and cereal. I pour them into the bowl and return them back into their places. I pull my phone out from my pocket as I take a seat at the table with the cereal bowl in front of me with my phone in hand. (Thomas: can't wait(: ) Another smirk appears on my face, and I place my phone on the table, taking a spoonful of cereal. The scene of Isabella's tantrum plays in my mind, making me wonder why she was ever there in the first place. As I take another spoon full in my mouth, my phone buzzes on the table. (Mom: honey, I'll be home around 4, I'll be picking up food for dinner. Love you.) I sigh and set my phone back in its place on the table, then set my empty bowl in the sink. Only twenty minutes passed, and I could barely hold my excitement in. I was really going to a party, with Thomas. I place my phone into my jeans once more and find my way back into my room. I fall into my bed, having no idea how to waste the time. I turn my tv onto my favorite celebrity news channel, and my heart flutters at the sight of the picture. Someone took a picture of Thomas and I on his bike and sent it in to the show, claiming that we're dating. "Could Thomas be cheating on his lovely girlfriend Isabella, or is this fan simply just a friend? Stay tuned to find out." The lady on the tv exclaims with a pearly white smile on her face. I gasp, trying to catch my breath, not even realizing I wasn't breathing. I steady my breathing and quickly pull out my phone, dialing Thomas's number. The phone continues ringing, and I think he's not going to answer. "Pick up pick up pick up," I plead into the phone. "Hello?" Thomas whispers, his voice muffled through the phone. "Thomas, have you seen the picture of us on tv?" I place my feet on the floor and pace back and forth my room, waiting for his response. "Yeah.... I have. They're saying I might be cheating on Isabella." I sit down on the floor, my back against the wall and my head resting on my knees as I pull them into my chest. "What are we gonna do?" Tears roll down my face, and I begin to sob silently. "Look, y/n, it's okay. We'll figure something out." For some reason, that doesn't reassure me, what if Thomas gets hate because of me? "I'm sorry," my voice muffled through my sobs. "It's not your fault, I'm sorry, for everything." Silence consumes us both, and we sit on the phone for two minutes without speaking when he breaks the silence. "Hey, I'm not doing anything right now, so would you what to come over?" "I'd love to, I can drive over." "Okay, I'll see you then." I hang up the phone with a grin on my face, and I run downstairs, grabbing my keys from the key rack on the wall. I grab the house keys too and run outside, locking the door behind me.
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I knock on Thomas's door, my stomach is turning over and over, and I can't seem to steady my breathing. "Hey," Thomas grins as the door swings open.