Break Your Little Heart// A Thomas Fanfiction

Chapter 4

I don’t know why, but Thomas didn’t really talk to me in math. But I caught him looking at me numerous times, which sparked my curiosity. Was he really interested? Or was I just a conquest? But the question that was really killing me was:

Was I really interested? Or was he just a conquest?

It was all really confusing, and I had more than enough time to ponder over it walking home. As All Time Low played in my ears, I listened to the lyrics more than I heard the music.

“All I ever wanted was a part of you that I couldn't break,

a piece of you that I couldn't take apart, but we're in pieces now,

and all you ever wanted was a part of me that I couldn't fake,

I never made it easy to shape my heart, but it's not beating now,

I have to let you down...”

I always did this, I always dissecting lyrics until I related to them. I hated hurting people the way I do, but sometimes people deserve it. All of these stories about Thomas were appalling, and yet here I was falling for the actual guy, regardless of the rumors that circulate him.

I knew I was just another girl to him, but not even for my own sake, I needed to be more than that. I needed him to fall for me, hard. But I had no idea how to do that without ruining my heart. Either way this wouldn’t work, I couldn’t break his heart without breaking mine in the process. But I had to think about the possibility of him not falling for me, which would result in $300 down the drain.

I picked up a piece of ice and threw it onto the ground, letting it break into hundreds of little shards. If I had the capability of breaking this without hurting myself, why couldn’t I do the same thing to Thomas?

“Thanks for dinner mom, it was delicious.” I kissed her cheek before trying to escape to my room.

“Wait, Scarlett, can I talk to you for a moment?” She asked.

“Yeah mom, what’s wrong?” I walked towards her and sat down at the dinner table.

“Are you okay?” My mom looked at me, she seemed worried about something.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” I looked at her.

“You seem, anxious.”

“Do I?”

“You do.”

“Good talk.” I said finally. “Can I leave now?”

“You would tell me if something was wrong right?” She looked at me sadly.

“Of course mom, you know that.” Which was a total lie, I lie I regret strongly.

“Then yes, you can go.” She picked up her plate and walked into the kitchen. I immediately ran upstairs into my bedroom.

I wish I could’ve told my mom that I was known at the girl who fucks around with guys for money, but she wouldn’t understand. She would take it as the fact that I sleep with them and then never call them. Which really isn’t what I do at all. But I couldn’t explain this because I can’t have my parents thinking I was anything but their average teenage daughter.

I looked at the clock on my computer screen, it was 7 in the night. I deemed it a good opportunity to call Thomas and confirm our date, and maybe even flirt a little. I took out my phone and opened up his contact. I added it to my phone the minute he left the cafeteria, and then I scrubbed his phone number off of my hand. I didn’t need anyone seeing that he had written his phone number on my hand, it was nobody’s goddamned business how I did what I did. It was a process no one else needed to know. And I really didn’t need my parents asking me about it.

I pressed the call sign beside his name and he picked up immediately.

“Hello?” Thomas’s voice spoke in my ear. It had to have been better than any song I’ve ever listened too.

“If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought you were waiting for my call,” I laughed.

“Don’t do that,” Thomas sighed.

“Do what?” I raised my eyebrows, even though he couldn’t see me.

“Tease me and then laugh all cute like that,” he groaned.

“I will do whatever I damn please.” I blushed fiercely, thank god this interaction was over the phone.

“Even if it makes life harder for me?”

“Especially if it makes life harder for you,” I said honestly. He had no idea what meaning that statement had.

“So are you calling to make my night or ruin it?” Thomas asked.

“I already told you I would go.” I stated.

“Yeah but your parents could contradict your wishes,” Thomas retorted.

“That is true,” I found myself surprised, why would he care what my parents think?

“So did you ask them?” He clucked his tongue. “Or nah.”

“You’re an idiot, but no I didn’t ask them, I don’t need too.” I rolled my eyes.

“Well then, you little rebel.”

“I’m actually the complete opposite,”

“Am I an exception?” He flirted once again.

“Pretty much,” I resisted from banging my head against the wall, or screaming into my pillow.