Our Own Ending (Jeffmads Punk!Thomas and Nerd!James)

-7- James

I'm pretty sure I almost broke my alarm clock this morning. My head stings like hell, and I have no idea why. I look over at my clock: 7:00 am. Slowly, I get up and get dressed. My stomach rumbles and I head to the kitchen. Quickly I grab a piece of bread and head out the door.
As I walked I noticed how there wasn't as much snow on the ground, and it was warmer. It made me smile and I walked into the school building. I felt the urge to sit with Thomas, but refuse and sat with my friends.
"James we thought you died," John looks over at me, and I giggle softly.
"Sorry I want really answering anyone's texts or calls," I rub my neck nervously. Angelica smiles, weird.
"So, James, how's tutoring Thomas?" Angelica rests her elbows on the tables and stares down at me.
"O-Oh it's g-great," My eyes averted from everyone and land on Thomas. When our eyes meet he stands up and walks away. It was strange.
I watch as he exits the cafeteria, I want to follow.
"Helloooo James?" Alex snaps his fingers in my face which makes me jump, "Are you alive?"
I look away from the door and look back at Alex, "Sorry, I was thinking,"
"More like staring," Maria says. I didn't notice her there, she was applying lipstick.
I was really surprised that Alex and Maria were sitting next to each other, since Alex cheated on John with her. It was 3 years ago and we were juniors. In the end, John forgave him and they've been dating since sophomore year.
I'm surprise Eliza hasn't said anything. I always knew she had a crush on Alex.
"Hey guys," Everyone looks at me, "I'll be right back,"
I stand up and follow the route Thomas took. I swore I saw him crying. Quickly I walk around looking for him, and couldn't find him. Finally, I walk into the restrooms and hear crying from a stall.
I knock on it, "Thomas?"
The crying stops and he opens the door. Tears are slightly stained on his dark skin.
"What?" He pushes me out of the way and steps away from the stall door.
"Thomas what's wrong?" I feel like I should keep my distance.
He mumble words I couldn't hear, "What?"
"I have stage 4 fucking cancer!" He puts his hands over his face, "There's nothing the doctors can do. I'm going to die in three years."
I feel tears form in my eyes as well, "Thomas I'm sor-"
"I don't need your fucking pity, James," Thomas storms out and heads back into the cafeteria.
I stand in the middle of a gross boy's bathroom. My stomach hurts now. I have a lump in my throats from holding in my tears.
Jesus, I shouldn't be the one crying.
The bell rings and I head to class. The rest of the day was a huge blur, my head was in the clouds the whole time. Thomas didn't speak to me either, and it sucked.
I walk home to a empty house. Not one is ever home to say, "How was your day?" Or "Dinner is almost ready,". I was alone in a room.
I didn't want to eat, I didn't want to do anything. All I want to do is sleep.