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

Chapter Thirty-Two

Jon Cozart's POV

I stand up and shove my foot in the door, forcing it open.

"What the hell?" I say to the curly-haired boy.

"You heard me," he whips around, "Leave Thomas alone."

My mouth hangs open, and I can't think straight.

"Who the fuck are you?"

"I just so happen to be Thomas's boyfriend..."

I don't hear what he says, my mind flashes back to just moments ago.

"He just so happens to be my boyfriend!

"Look," Tyde snaps, "I know you hurt Thomas, and I know you like him. But he's not single, nor yours for the taking."

Heat rises to my and I counter, "Don't talk about him, as if he's some object, as if he can just got handed around!"

"I'll refer to him however I'd like," he snarls, his hazel eyes full of fury, "because, as I just established, he's my boyfriend. I don't take kindly to be bossed around by you."

"Thomas deserves much better than you," I spit.

"And you think you're so much better?" Tyde sneers, "You are nothing. You are nothing to me, to Thomas, to anybody. You'll never amount to anything worth living for."

Every sentence is a blow, and I feel my body crumbling under the weight of failure, reality, and regret.

"Get out," I grit, my nose burning from my tears.

"Now!" I holler.

Tyde looks at me, the mess I've become, and walks away. I shut the door, lock it, and fall to the floor.

He's right. I'm nothing. I will never become the person I want to be. What's the point of living? What's the point when I have no one to live for? I'm alone.

(Hey guys! Sorry for leaving the author's note thing for awhile. The last couple of times I was rushed to type it up, knowing you all wanted some answers! But, let's be honest, lately I have just added to your questions list, haha. Well, tell me what you think! You know the drill:) BYEEEEE)