I was off school the next day. I couldn't face Thomas, although I wasn't entirely sure he'd be there, either. After realizing I had no one left, I had a meltdown and refused to leave my bed at all. I was lucky mum decided to let me stay home, she usually had no sympathy and sent me to school with a runny nose or bad cramps.
I contemplated running away and becoming a stripper, but felt too sad to take any action. I knew I couldn't hide forever, and that I'd be facing a lonely lunch time tomorrow. What could I do? Everyone hated me.
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I nervously placed my tray on the table, surrounded by vacant seats and people staring at me from other groups. There was the popular table, Evan smirking and Ryan's face carefully devoid of emotion. Steph and Pat looked away, cold and indifferent, while the others just looked embarrassed.
Over at Thomas' table, a very different situation was going down. They all ignored me, Lola was talking animatedly while they all laughed. Thomas didn't though, but no one said anything about it. He must've told them what I'd done. Guilt settled in my bones like rust.
Violet snuck worried glances at me regularly, she seemed torn. Thomas was probably one of her best friends, and I'd upset him in a huge way, but at the same time I could tell she pitied me, once the queen bee, now reduced to an outcast sitting at her own lunch table.
When I couldn't stand the stares anymore I stood up and walked with as much dignity as I could muster out of the cafeteria, walking down the hall to the disabled bathroom. I went inside and locked the door, not allowing the tears to dribble out because I knew that if I started, I wouldn't stop.
After about five minutes there was a gentle knock. I sniffed. "Who is it?" I asked, feeling like a complete loser.
"Evan," came the gentle reply.
Evan?? What was he doing, running after me? "Evan? What the fuck?" I asked, sniffing as I opened the door a crack.
"Can I come in?" He asked. I hesitated for a moment. What else could go wrong? Fuck it, I thought as I opened the door a little wider.
He squeezed into the small bathroom, looking down at me and smiling sympathetically.
"I'm really sorry about what's happened, Milly. I haven't been pleasant since we split and I can see now that how I've acted has been childish," he said, astonishing me.
I didn't know how to react at first, I was stunned into silence. "Evan. That's the nicest thing you've probably ever said to me. I really appreciate-" I was interrupted by his mouth slamming into mine.
I tried to resist, tried to push him back, but my efforts were in vain, he was too strong. His lips moved against my still ones as I kept trying to move away, he wouldn't let me though.
I should've known he wasn't being genuine. I should've been more cautious. He wasn't finished, though.
While he held me to him with one hand, the other one undid his belt. I started to get scared. His eyes gazed hungrily and intensely into mine, and my mouth opened to scream.
He clapped his big, meaty hand over my mouth and tutted. "Sweetheart, if you make a sound this will be so much worse, and trust me, you don't want that," he smirked, and I shuddered, now terrified.
He slowly withdrew his hand while tears started streaming down my face, I was too scared to move, and I definitely wasn't going to yell.
"Ugh. Why are you crying. I'm not in the mood anymore, god damnit Milly!" He grabbed my chin and pulled my face right up to his.
"I'll text you where to meet me tonight, and you'll do what I say, or you can say goodbye to Ryan and the rest of your friends, I'll make sure they never speak to you again, slut," he spat the last word, then yanked open the door and sauntered back into the cafeteria, while I was left frozen in the doorway of the small cubicle.
I could hardly register what had just happened. What was I going to do about tonight? How could I tell someone without being hated by all my friends? I didn't doubt Evan could make them believe I did something terrible, and so I didn't see any other option than to do what he said.
A/N
Sorry for this sorry excuse of a chapter, I can't even remember the past time I updated.. I will finish this! I'm going to start writing more often! Determination! Thanks to the faithful few for sticking around x
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