I have everything, except you - Thomas Brodie Sangster fic

20. Blending

I placed my lunch down next to Steph and Pat, the others that usually sat at our table were on a field trip. For some reason, our group of three reminded me so much of Mean Girls that I smiled.

My two best friends were gossiping, but in quick, low whispers. I couldn't even hear, and they didn't seem to notice. I made a split second decision, picking the tray back up off the table.

"I'll be back soon... just... yeah gimme a sec.." I said, already on my way across the lunch room. At first, they just nodded without really paying attention and went back to talking again, but I felt their eyes on my back as I picked my way through the loud, crowded tables. I ditched the half-empty tray, worried I would look even sadder standing there with it if this didn't go well.

I stopped beside Thomas, and blushed as everyone at the table, which consisted of Lola, Violet, Thomas, another curly brown haired boy and a girl with big glasses, looked up at me, the surprise evident on their faces. 

"Hey um, do you mind if I sit here?" I asked, I could feel my cheeks getting flushed, and my palms were sweaty. Luckily Thomas beamed at me and practically pulled me into the empty spot beside him.

The others looked wary, except for Violet, who gave me a shy smile. They continued talking, and the topics of conversation were out of the ordinary for me, but I found I knew what they were talking about, and could join in, it was great.   

Every so often Thomas would look at me, after someone had told a witty joke or something, he almost looked nervous, as if he was worried I wouldn't like his friends, or that they wouldn't like me. 

Lola had a really confident personality, but was also really level-headed, just like Thomas. Whenever Violet said something in sign language, Thomas would translate it for me. She was actually quite funny, despite being so shy. 

The boy with brown hair was called Josh, and the girl introduced herself as Barb. They were both so nice to me, asking questions about what classes I was taking and normal stuff like that. I answered with a smile on my face, for some reason I felt so at ease here. 

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I walked with Thomas to music. "So, do you like them?" He asked, making me laugh. 

"They're great. To be honest it was way better than the usual conversations I have at lunch with my crowd." I admitted, linking my arm in his. 

"Why did you decide to sit with us?" He questioned, shoving a hand into his pocket. "I guess I'm a little bit sick of having to hear about makeup and Jordan's sex-god body for an hour straight each day," I smiled, feeling guilty for talking about my friends behind their backs.

When we got into the classroom, Mr. Archer was pacing, his hair was ruffled and he looked slightly insane. We gingerly took our seats, I was half-scared he would yell at us if we made too much movement. He looked at us all for a good 15 seconds, his intense stare sweeping our faces.

"My wife's in the hospital. She got hit by a car last night." He told us, showing no hint of emotion. There was a small gasp from the back of the room, and then total silence. I felt my body go numb.

He rubbed his face vigorously with both hands. I wondered why- how he could've come to school today, he looked like he was a second away from breaking down. 

"Do you guys-" He paused and took a deep breath, trying to keep his emotions under control. "Do you guys mind if we don't do what we're supposed to today?" He asks us, and the whole class nods quickly, relieved that the awkwardness had passed and eager to get out of lessons. 

He goes behind his desk and grabs a huge tub filled with water guns of varying shapes and sizes. I look at Thomas, and he glances at me, a slightly worried look on his face. Mr. Archer opens the door, and we all look at him expectantly.

"I was saving these for end-of-term, but what do you guys say we go out and have a good time now?" My eyes light up and I grin up at Thomas, who looks equally as excited. The class bolts for the door, wooping and yelling until Mr. Archer shushes us, laughing. 

We burst out onto the field, everyone grabbing the water guns from the large container. Mr. Archer grabbed the school hose and turned it on, filling the container with water. I filled up a massive gun and ran off, looking back to see if Thomas was following. He was filling up his own, a small pistol. I couldn't help but laugh at the tiny weapon. 

He dashed after me, and I ran away, adrenalin pumping through me. When he came closer I held my hands up. "Truce! Truce!" I yelled, and he stopped running. "Wimp," he smirked, and we started chasing the others. We yanked off our blazers, shooting for a large group who had ganged up on the rest of the class. Everyone was laughing and yelling, the girls screaming when they got hit. 

We took a brief break to refill, and before we could finish Mr. Archer turned the hose on us, it was freezing. I collapsed from laughter, Thomas was laughing so hard he had a tough time helping me back to my feet.

When I was up he paused for a second, then started squirting me. I covered my face, squealing. I had dropped my gun and he snatched it from the ground, pointing both at me. 

"Now now, Thomas. We can work something out, i'm sure," I said nervously. He shrugged and pressed the trigger, a stream of water rushing through my hair and face. I ran, nearing a school building, and rounded the corner.

When he came running around I pushed him, so he went sprawling onto the grass. I quickly nicked his water gun, luckily it was the big one. I stood over him, grinning and panting. He stood up slowly, and I backed him into a corner, grinning evilly. 

"Come on, this is cowardly. I don't have a gun," He tried to reason with me but he couldn't keep the smile out of his voice. I shook my head. Then I pulled the trigger. He struggled, laughing. I concentrated the gun on his stomach, and he doubled over, clutching his shirt, which was now soaking.

The gun ran out of water, but I didn't let him know, I just pretended like I was giving him a break. His white school shirt clung to his body, I could see the ridges of his abs and his toned chest. He was gulping, out of breath. "That'll teach you not to mess with me, Sangster," I chuckled as he looked up.

He shook his wet hair like a dog, and I yelled, shielding myself from the drops of water. He grabbed me and pulled me into his wet chest, kissing me. At first I protested, but as my uniform was already sopping wet, I melted into the kiss, hugging my arms around his neck. He kissed my slippery neck, sucking the water off. I giggled because it tickled, and he leaned back and smiled his crooked smile at me, then hugged me so that my feet were off the ground.