Break Your Little Heart// A Thomas Fanfiction

Chapter 2

 I knew the minute I saw him that there might have been a sliver of hope that I could meet someone who wouldn’t believe the rumors, who would look past all the bull shit and be a real friend. He just seemed so open and nice to me even when I was acting like a bitch. I didn’t necessarily see myself dating him, or even being my friend. Just someone I could talk too. I set these walls up the minute I decided to manipulate guys for money, and whenever someone knew came to the school, I wanted to at least acquaint myself. And he was no exception. But all that came tumbling down when I learned what his name was.

Thomas Augusto.

I didn’t even know the guy’s name yesterday, but people couldn’t stop talking about what terrible things he had done to other women. It was weird to actually put a face to the douche bag, and in actuality I thought that he would either be a jock with beautiful blonde hair and crystal blue eyes with a body to die for or a hulking black guy that dressed well. Thomas was neither of those things I had envisioned him being, no, he was a beautiful pale guy, with amazing fashion sense. I couldn’t help but wonder what music taste he was interested in.

But I would learn soon enough.

“So Thomas, that’s a cute name,” I teased when he finished introducing himself to the class.

“Shut up,” he smiled at me.

“Fine,” I shrugged and tuned in on the lesson we were learning. Thomas quickly got out his books and tried to play catch up with the class, which didn’t seem very difficult for him, because he was answering all of the teacher’s questions. With the right answers.

“When did you learn all of this Thomas?” Mrs. Woods asked him suspiciously.

“My mom was a university professor, she taught me a lot in her free time,” Thomas shrugged. “And I liked math enough to pay attention.”  He winked at the teacher.

“Good for you then,” she replied coyly.

“Hmm,” he said disinterested and continued writing the note.

The next day at school was interesting, I mean, I bumped Thomas to the top of my list because I was given 3 other offers for his head on a stake.

The name Thomas Augusto was worth $200 in my case.

But what I was disappointed about was the fact that there weren’t any new stories being said about him, I genuinely enjoyed hearing why people wanted me to ruin guy’s lives. It was particularly interesting in this case though, because I had come close to actually enjoying the company of Mr. Augusto, and any type of rumors to distant me from that feeling would help. It would be easier to dislike him and break his heart than actually like him and have to hurt someone I cared about.

But to my anguish, no new stories had arisen. All the other stories had been told to me about 3 times over already though, Thomas was really the talk of the town so to speak.

“Can I borrow an eraser?” He asked, interupting my thoughts about him.

“Yeah, here,” I handed it over too him and he grinned.

“Thanks,” he used it and then handed it back to me. I continued doing my work.

“Hey, Scarlett right?” Thomas asked passively.

“Yeah?” I replied carefully.

“I’m bored of this math, talk to me.” He said, turning his body around to face me.

“Okay...” I played along and turned around to face him. I found myself growing self-conscious. His eyes scanned my provocatively dressed body. Today I had decided to wear my ripped skinny jeans and a flannel that wasn’t buttoned to wear it should have been. My cleavage was on display to say the least.

“I like your shoes,” was all he noted about what I was wearing. I was wearing my floral Docs I had received as a gift from my grandmother last year for Christmas.

“I was inspired,” I motioned towards his.

“Pretty sure you look better in them,” he complimented.

“It’s because I have nicer legs,” I lifted my right one and planted my foot on his desk.

“Tell me about it,” he sighed.

“Scarlett, feet off the desks,” Mrs. Woods scolded.

“Sorry Miss,” I winked at Thomas and removed my foot from his desk. “Sorry Thomas.”

“I didn’t mind,” he mumbled under his breath.

I knew he didn’t, everyone loved my legs.