Break Your Little Heart// A Thomas Fanfiction

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Scarlett’s P.O.V.

Walking in the brisk January air was never a pleasure, I genuinely hated walking in the cold. I loved winter with a passion, but I preferred sitting in my bed curled up with a mug of coffee reading a good book. Not this blizzard bullshit, especially when I was walking to school.

You would think for someone with so much respect at school would actually enjoy it, well you thought wrong. I was the first person girls would jump too about manipulating their failed love interest’s heart, but no one actually sat with me at lunch. I was the girl guys whistled at because they thought I put out, but no guy actually approached me to ask me on a date. Every guy thought they would get their shot with me because of all the guys I’ve played.

And even worse, the rumors that circulated around me were appalling.

Apparently, I sucked dick on the streets. Apparently, I was paid too strip at college parties. Apparently, I wasn’t a virgin.

None of those things are true, I had never sucked dick, I had never stripped, and I had never had sex.

But people loved talking shit about me as much as they loved using me. And I let them; I never once stood up for myself. It was just wasted energy, if I tried to stand up for myself, people would say “she’s denying it because it’s true!” So either way I lose.

Entering hell was welcomed this morning though, because at least it was warmer than the freezing weather outside. I quickly entered the nearest bathroom and locked myself in the first available stall. I slipped off my clunky boots and let my bare feet touch the bathroom floor. I pulled off my sweat pants and winter coat, exposing uncomfortable skinny jeans and a skin tight long sleeve that defined my cleavage (something I would not have if it wasn’t for Victoria Secret push-up bras). I pulled on my old pair of chucks, I wanted to seem provocative, not straight out whore. Guys wouldn’t give me the time of day if I was such a try hard. I shoved my winter wear into my gym bag and exited the stall. I pulled my hair out of my ponytail, letting my soft, amber hair fall into waves around my pale face. I lined my blue eyes with bold black lines. If my parents ever caught me wearing my make-up this heavy, I would be dead.

I heard the warning bell ring and I settled my ear plugs back into my ears, blasting All Time Low over the sounds of the hustling and bustling of people in the halls.

“Hey, Harlet,” A girl named Jessica, ever-so-rudely said as an attempt to grasp my attention in Homeroom- English class.

“What do you want Jessica?” I asked, trying to ignore the fact that I was being referred to as a whore.

“I have a request,” she implored.

“And who may that be?” I asked, enunciating every word.

“His name is Thomas Augusto,” she answered simply.

“And why am I ruining his life may I ask?” I inquired.

“He slept with my cousin and then never talked to her again,” she sighed. I knew immediately it wasn’t her cousin that he slept with, but I decided to dismiss the pity I felt for her, because honestly, I didn’t really give two shits.

“Have any ideas how I could approach him?” I asked her, I never actually heard of this Thomas Augusto before.

“I don’t know, I know he’s a senior though. And you can find him on YouTube. . I’ll give you $50, you need to put him on your list.” She looked down at her binder, it was obvious she was holding back tears.

“Okay, I’ll look into it,” I said to her, and then continued reading my book in peace.

“Scarlett,” A girl named Clarissa bugged me in science class.