Break Your Little Heart// A Thomas Fanfiction

Chapter 14

My mom grilled me all Sunday night about Thomas. Who was he? Why had she never heard about him? What other secrets had I been keeping?

“To be honest,” my mom said as she dried the dishes. “I thought you were a lesbian.”

“Mom!” I tried my hardest not to laugh.

“What?!” She laughed along with me. “Not that it would be a problem, your father and I would love you the same. But you are a 17 year old girl, and you’ve never talked to me once about boys since James. I thought maybe he had ruined your perception of the male species.”

“I’m pretty sure it doesn’t work like that mom,” I said rolling my eyes; parents are so clueless.

“Wait, when we went to the mall, is that who that pretty dress was for?!” My mom asked, almost dropping a plate.

“Yes mom,” I nodded. “We went on our first date that night.”

“He seems like a nice boy,” my mother said, raising her eyebrows. “Seems” being the operative word in that statement.

“He’s… Interesting,” I said, carefully choosing the appropriate word.

“Do you like him?” My mom interrogated, pressing her elbows against the counter top.

“Mom,” I exasperated.

“You do! You like him!” She practically screamed.

“It’s a little more complicated than that,” I sighed.

“What’s complicated? You like him… He likes you…” She said.

“He doesn’t like me,” I shook my head.

“Are you kidding me Scarlett? He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you all dinner!” My mom proclaimed.

“Was he really?” I thought considerably. I felt self-conscious because I had removed my eye make-up when I got home, but he actually complimented me on it. He liked me not despite my imperfections, but because he thought they were the best parts of me.

“He’s a sure keeper sweetie,” my mom squeezed my arm.

“I’m going to go to bed,” I said, standing up.

“I know James hurt you honey,” my mom said, taking hold of my hand. “But he’s in the past; he’s not worth your heartache anymore. You deserve to be happy.”

“Thanks mom, that means a lot to me,” I hugged her.

“I love you honey, I don’t tell you that enough.” She squeezed me.

“I love you too,” I whispered. Holding back tears for when I was alone, I seemed to be crying a lot lately.

How could I be so fucking stupid? I allowed myself to fall for an asshole, an infamous player.

At this point the money didn’t even matter anymore; nothing mattered except for the fact that I was falling so hard for this guy that was so well known for cheating on girls. The very reason James broke my heart and left me to never trust anyone or anything but my own blood.

Fuck fuck fuck!

The only thing I could do was swear at myself.

I really didn’t want to go to school tomorrow. I didn’t want to hear about Clarissa’s little date with Thomas, I didn’t want to have Jessica grill me about my plans for Thomas, I didn’t want any of it!

Maybe it would be easier if I died.

But then I couldn’t see Thomas again.

Holy shit, Scarlett, stop thinking like this!