Your Voice Is My Alarm Clock (A Jon Cozart And Thomas Sanders Fanfic)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Jon Cozart's POV

"What? How? Why are you watching that?"

I didn't leave it on the screen, right? No. I asked him to pull up our audio. Oh no. I named that video Thomas Sanders! Of course he clicked on it.

"Jon, why do you have my phone?" I can feel my face drain, and my confidence goes with it. I hide his phone behind my back, as if that would make him forget.

"First tell me why the hell you're watching my stuff!" I counter. His face pales and he replies, "I didn't mean to! It was titled my name so I thought-"

"So you thought it was fair game?" I explode, "That you could just watch it and it didn't matter?"

I see Thomas tense up and asks, "Why do you have my phone?"

There's no way I'm going to get out of this now. I pull out his phone and shove it at him.

"What is this?" he takes it from me and looks at the screen. He reads the text then pales.

"Who is it?" I demand. Thomas's face reddens then he retaliates, "Now who gave you the right to snoop in my stuff?"

"First off, you left it on the counter. All I did was walk by it and a text from this Tyde guy pops up!"

"He's not just some guy," he snaps, jumping up and rushing over to me, "He just so happens to be my boyfriend."

I try to hold back my tears, but my anger just bubbles over, "Why didn't you tell me Thomas? What did you have against me that you couldn't tell me something that was so important to you?"

"Jon I..." he stutters, calming down a little, "I didn't want to hurt you."

"Hurt me? Hurt me?" I yell, very upset now, "Thomas! You hide the fact that you were dating someone! You kept a secret from me! And you think that wouldn't hurt me?"

"I'm sorry Jon! But you know what? What would you have done if I told you? Would you really have been happy for me? Can you really say you would have treated me the same?"

I'm about to say something back, but I'm stumped. He's right. I know he's right.

"Who the hell is this Tyde anyway?" I counter bitterly.

"I met him on a plane," he replies matter-of-factly.

"A plane," I doubt, "You met this guy on a plane, and what, was it love at first sight?"

Thomas turns on me again, "You know what, maybe it was! Besides, what is it to you? How would you know? Why does it matter that I'm dating someone?"

I don't answer, and neither does he. We both know the answer. I look at Thomas, his once tall back is now slumped and full of sorrow. And I'm the one causing the pain. I'm the burden holding him back.

I need to let go.

"Because I liked you Thomas," I murmur, "Maybe even loved you. But now I know the feeling isn't mutual. To be honest, I thought I had a chance. That maybe you felt the same. That maybe...I don't know! That something could happen between us! I thought maybe if we talked-"

"Then why didn't you say something?" Thomas blurts.

I stay silent, crying, upset, and lonely. I keep my eyes on the floor.

"I-I have to go," Thomas stammers. I don't look up. I don't watch him leave.

I have to let him go.

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