What If

Chapter 29 - Forget

Taylor's P.O.V.
Once I'd dropped the kids off and said goodbye to them, I headed back to the car. As I shut my car door, I pulled my phone out of my bag and dialled Thomas' number. The call went to voicemail. Bloody brilliant.

"Hey Thomas, Taylor here. Just to let you know I dropped Hannah and Ben off at school. Bye." I hung up. A wave of emotions hit me and I suddenly gripped at the wheel in order to try and keep myself from crying. I was confused. I was angry. I was on the verge of tears. But overall, I was hurt. Had Thomas really taken that girl back? Had he really told her that we'd 'broken up' and that I'd been horrible to him? I knew that wasn't how he felt about me. Did I? No, I was absolutely positive that- And then it all came out of me. I was full on crying - again. I buried my head in my hands as I sat in the car outside the school. Thankfully all the parents had gone home or to work, and the kids had gone inside, so no one could see me. Thank God, because I was an emotion wreck. What is it with me and all this crying? I never cry. I vowed never to cry again since my parents' accident. But now it had all come back. But after probably, ten minutes of crying, I just stopped. Just stopped like that.

"Get a grip of yourself, Taylor," I whispered, starting the car up, "No more crying over people! Just ignore them! Forget them! They're not worth it!" Nodding my head triumphantly, I pulled out of the car park and headed to work.

"Hey Taylor!" Dylan grinned at me, as he pulled a chair up next to my desk with two coffee cups in his hands, "How's you?"

"Hey Dyl," I smiled, taking one of the cups, "I'm alright thanks! What about you?"

"Good, hey listen," He looked at me seriously, "Have you seen Thomas anywhere? He hasn't turned up for work, and it's already lunchtime!"

"What, um," I stumbled. Should I tell him?

"Ur, no, I haven't seen him, sorry."

"Oh well speaking of the devil!" Dylan exclaimed, looking behind me. I poked my head up above the desk and there was Thomas, walking towards us with the biggest grin on his face.

"Where the hell have you been?" Dylan asked, "And what the hell is wrong with your shirt and hair? Did you get dressed in the dark or something?" Rolling his eyes, Thomas buttoned up the top part of his shirt and ran a hand through his hair.

"Oh, urm, I was kinda half asleep when I got dressed this morning," He said. Yeah, sure you were, I thought as I continued typing away.

"Taylor thank you so much for taking the kids to school this morning," He smiled at me as he took a seat next to Dylan, "I got your message earlier on, but couldn't reach the phone in time."

"Mm hm," I nodded my head and then went back to my work.

"What's up with you?" Thomas asked, his eyebrows raised.

"Oh, nothing," I lied and grabbed my coffee cup, "I'm gonna go get a drink." I left the boys sat there with confused expressions on their faces, and went to get coffee. As I waited for the machine, I placed a shaky hand over my forehead. Come on Taylor. Get a grip.

"You gonna tell me what's up?" I twirled round to see Dylan stood next to the door, a concerned expression on his face.

"Oh, Dylan hey," I said quietly, "I thought you were Thomas,"

"Mm hm," He mumbled, walking towards me, "Well he went out to give some girl a call. Milly, or something?"

"Oh,"

"So, has this got anything to do with why you're upset?" He smiled a little, "You can tell me, you know, Taylor? I won't tell anyone. Not even Thomas." I gave in. Sighing, I collapsed into a chair and told Dylan everything. He listened carefully until I was finished. We sat in silence for a moment, before he spoke.

"So, you like Thomas right?"

"Hm?" I rose my head, and noticed there was a little smirk tugging at Dylan's mouth.

"Oh shut up," I laughed, hitting him lightly on his head with a stray folder on the table.

"Well why don't you tell him?" Dylan asked, rubbing his head.

"Because he's got back with his ex!" I sighed.

"That doesn't stop you from telling him!"

"Dylan, I just," I paused, "I just can't okay? He doesn't like me; he likes someone else. Nothing I say will change that."

"Well," Dylan stood up from his chair and made his way to the door, "I'd still tell him if I were you."