Break Your Little Heart// A Thomas Fanfiction

Chapter 3

“Harlet,” Jessica hissed at me in homeroom, it was so loud I could hear her over the pounding music in my ears.

“Yes, Jessica?” I rolled my eyes and removed my earbuds. “Did I ever tell you how impressive it is to annoy me even when I have music blasting over the sound of everything?”

“No, but you just did,” Jessica gave me a dirty look.

“What do you want?” I continued with our conversation.

“How is it going with Thomas?” She asked me, leaning in close.

“First of all, back up okay?” I said as I tried to collect my thoughts. It was Thursday, exactly 3 days since I met Thomas freaking Augusto, and I was getting somewhere and nowhere all at once. For about ten minutes every class he would show some sort of interest, but for the rest of the class he wouldn’t even look at me. And it didn’t help that every time I saw him he was flirting with another girl. He was tiring, and if the cost for his testicles wasn’t $300, I would have given up.

“Fine, so how is it going?” She insisted.

“Alright, I’m talking to him.” I said to her simply.

“You’re ‘talking to him’, what does that mean?” She started to raise her voice.

“Calm down!” I resisted from smacking her. “It means I need to gain his trust before he can fall for me okay? This shit takes time, you will get your revenge soon enough.”

“Jeeze, you’d think a slut like you could work faster,” she mumbled under her breath. I swear I could’ve killed her, but she was paying $50, at least 20% of my earnings. I had to respect her.

“It’s been 4 days,” was all I replied with. No wonder Thomas humped and dumped her, she was crazy. I would’ve extracted myself from that situation as soon as possible. Wait; was I justifying what Thomas did? That’s stupid, he plays girls for fun, and nothing could justify that. Nothing at all.

This was probably the first lunch this week that nobody discussed Thomas Augusto with me, I was a little disappointed, because I loved learning more about him every opportunity I got. It was also a little annoying hearing other people ask me to put guys on my list. I was clearly busy moving this mountain, how in the hell could I have time for dealing with boulders?

“His name is Jared,” a random girl explained that her crush didn’t like her back. She was going to pay me five dollars, yeah right.

“Okay thanks,” I smiled at her and wrote his name down on my list. I reminded myself to erase it the minute she leaves.

“Hey, am I interrupting something?” A familiar voice asked. I looked up to find Thomas’s brown eyes locked with mine.

“No, nothing,” I said quickly shoving my list in my binder.

“I’ll talk to you later,” the girl said, and I nodded. Everyone knew about my plan with Thomas, and he could not have any idea what I do at this school. That would ruin the $300 dollar plan.

“Can I sit?” He asked me when the girl left. I gestured toward the chair in front of me and he sat down. But not to where I indicated, nope, he sat right beside me. Rather closely, may I point out.

“What brings you to this neck of the woods?” I asked, he always sat in the atrium in the front foyer of the school. I’ve never once seen him sit here in the cafeteria. It was odd, and quite public.

“Felt like talking to someone normal,” he shrugged.

“What’s wrong with your plethora of lady friends,” I retorted, smiling to show I was playing around.

“Boring,” Thomas replied simply.

“Surely they mean more to you than that?” I wondered aloud.

“Tiresome, mundane, lifeless,” he continued. “Any other words that are synonymous with boring?”

“You forgot monotonous,” I laughed.

“How dare I,” he laughed along with me. “Is there any way I could make it up to you?”

“None that I can think of on the spot,” I stopped laughing and looked at him intently.

“I have an idea,” he stopped laughing as well.

“What would that be?” I inquired; I felt my heart start pounding in my chest.

“Saturday,” Thomas picked up a nearby pen. “I’m going to take you out to dinner.”

“Are you now?” I felt butterflies in my stomach. I pushed them far away, I couldn’t feel like this. “And what if I say no?”

“Are you going to say no?” He looked at me disappointed.

“No, I mean, yes. I mean yes I will go to dinner with you on Saturday,” I blurted out. I scolded myself for being so flustered.

“Here’s my phone number, call me tonight to confirm,” he took my hand in his and wrote out 7 digits clearly. His hands were warm, and I resisted the urge to intertwine my fingers with his.

“Alright,” I said simply. He smiled at me and squeezed my hand before walking away.

It took a good twenty minutes to calm myself down.