College

Part 9

Thomas wrapped his arms around you as the both of you started to walk your way towards the campus.

"I thought you were mad at me." You told him then smiled.

He then turned to you but didn't utter a word nor his face showed any kind of emotion. A group of girls started to appear as soon as the both of you were at the gate.

The amount of people around you started to increase and you know for sure that there'll be a lot of photos of the both of you circulating in various websites in a few, but you and Thomas ignored them and continued walking.

You arrived to your first period's room on time and sat beside Thomas.

"Oh, shit." He murmured.

The professor and the other students stared at him.

"What?" You asked but Thomas didn't answer you and turned to the professor instead.

"May I be excused?" He asked.

"For what reason, Sangster?" The professor replied while narrowing his eyes at the blonde boy beside you.

"I need to shit." He stated quite bluntly.

The professor showed no emotion at his answer while gesturing towards the door meaning he allowed Thomas to go out.

It's been half an hour since Thomas left. Your class was about to end and he still hasn't returned yet. You felt obliged to carry his bag all the way to your next period, so you did.

Second period started and ended, and you still haven't seen the blonde. You went to the canteen all by yourself and ordered lunch while still carrying his bag.

You were starting to get annoyed. 'Does he really use the toilet for 4 hours straight?' You thought.

You finished eating your lunch and were about to exit the canteen when you saw him with girls — 5 girls to be exact, and they were walking towards the table on your right.

'Can't they see me!?' You screamed inside of your head.

You grabbed his bag beside you and walked towards their direction. It was crowded so you happen to be at the mood to push everyone on the way to them.

You stood in front of the girls who were surrounding Thomas, who happen to look very entertained. The girls looked at you and distanced themselves away from him.

You threw his bag at him the moment the girls moved away. It was a hard throw that made Thomas crouch then you walked away.

That day at the campus went normal after that incident at the canteen except that you weren't with Thomas. You went home 30 minutes late.

You opened the door and saw Thomas doing his homework. You were set on ignoring him when he approached you hysterically.

"That was so good!" He exclaimed.

"What was?" You asked, confused and annoyed. He was supposed to be mad right?

"People are talking about us now." He said while smiling.

"I knew it was a good time to show something for the paps—" He stopped talking when he saw that you looked annoyed.

"Are you listening?" He asked.

"Is that what only matters to you, Thomas?" You told him.

"What do you mean? Aren't you supposed to be happy?"

"Am I supposed to?"

Thomas looked confused at your answer.

"You left me there with your bag and don't have any plan on showing up. Am I supposed to be flattered?" You told him, enraged.

"Sorry, I didn't tell you my plan." He apologized.

"Whatever." was your only response to him. You were tired from the activity you had to do with your group mates that made you come home late and you were also tired of Thomas fooling you around and making plans on his own.

You walked to your bed, planning to sleep without eating dinner.

"I'm really sorry." You heard him before you fell asleep.