I have everything, except you - Thomas Brodie Sangster fic

3. Harder than it looks

I walk into science the next morning, and I'm there before him. Taking my seat, I make sure my hair looks okay and think of something to say to him when he walks in.

When he finally does arrive, however, I end up going for a seductive smile. He smiles back slightly nervously, a subtle lift of one corner of his mouth. It seems he's not nervous of being around me, though, more nervous that I'm going to make more moves on him. It pisses me off a bit.

Today Mr. Thames is giving us the lesson to plan our projects and talk to each other, but I have to work really hard to maintain his attention, which, like yesterday, keeps drifting towards Lola.

"So, Thomas. How was your weekend?" I ask, leaning on my hand and gazing at him.

He shrugged, looking bored. "Uh, okay I guess," he rocked back in his chair, yawning.

Conversation didn't improve as class wore on. When Mr. Thames wrote out some notes on the board I pulled out the handy dumb blonde card.

"I don't get any of this," I whispered in his ear. He sighed and started explaining it to me, though I understood it perfectly. He spoke in a monotone, very unlike the voice I had heard him use before in class. I just didn't get why he hated me so much.

I spent the rest of the day feeling ruffled and annoyed, unable to focus in any of my classes or settle to complete the simplest tasks. I watched him in all of the classes we had together, studying the way his British accent contrasted with everyone else's. He was hardly ever the center of attention, but I noticed girls trying to flirt with him, and though he was nice enough back, I could tell he wasn't interested.

By the time I got home, I was exhausted from all of the thoughts that had bombarded me all day.

Wearily, I flopped onto my bed and got out my phone. I found Steph's number and pressed call.

"Hey, Steph. Could you come over? Please, I really need to talk to someone." She was busy. Great. Next I tried Patricia, although I wasn't really in the mood for her bubbly, loud personality.

She was available, and 20 minutes later I was sitting on my soft carpet scrolling through Instagram while she tried out elaborate hairstyles on my newly washed hair.

"Did you hear that Jordan and Natalie broke up?" She asked whilst pinning a braid in place. I sighed. "It was only a matter of time, Jordan moves on quickly and Natalie is way too clingy." Patricia nodded in agreement, giggling.

I considered telling her about Thomas, but decided against it, knowing that if I did it would be all over school by tomorrow, and I didn't want people knowing that someone like him was completely ignoring me.

An hour later I was feeling so much better, I had really needed that girl time. After painting each other's nails Pat left. At the door she turned around.

"Hope you feel better tomorrow Mill, I'll bring you some macaroons from the shop just in case, though." She wrapped her skinny arms around me and pulled me in for a quick hug before waving and getting into her dad's waiting car.

How had she known something was up? Maybe she was smarter than she looked. I was pretty good at hiding my emotions. And now I had macaroons from her family's bakery to look forward to tomorrow.

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Thomas was in four of my classes. Today I was trying a completely different tactic, and I wasn't sure if I could keep it up the whole day, but it was worth a try.

When he entered the room I didn't greet him, not even with a smile. He seemed a bit confused, but not too bothered.

This made working together on forced joint projects a bit hard, as both of us were speaking in single syllables.

By the last class I had already almost broken my cold exterior about three times, and was craving conversation. Keeping up the dumb act, I avoided teacher confrontation via strategically timed bathroom breaks, and fiddled with my hair absent-mindedly when the teacher talked.

When the bell rang I got up quickly, desperate to talk to one of my friends. Before I could leave my seat though I felt a warm hand rest on my shoulder, turning me back around with a gentle yet strong force. All of a sudden I was staring into a (gorgeous) pair of chocolate brown eyes.

My breath caught, I hadn't realized how hot he was. It kind of took my breath away. He took his hand off my shoulder and I sank back into reality. He opened his mouth, and my heart beat that little bit faster.

This is it, I thought. The part where he tells me how sorry he is for acting the way he did and ignoring me, the part where he tells me how pretty I am and that he likes me.

"Milly, you act really fucking stupid, but you're not." Was all he said, calmly and with a slight smirk. Keeping his smile, he got up from his seat and walked out of the classroom, his walk casual yet cool. I was left gaping like a goldfish. What the hell had just happened?

After barely saying a word to me all week, he says that?

After stumbling from the classroom in a daze Evan catches me in his arms. "Woah, babe. You look like you've smoked one too many joints," he jokes, causing his friends to laugh. He connects our lips, kissing me for the benefit of the onlookers more than for me. I was too confused to notice, all of my focus absorbed on Thomas. He had gotten to me.