Break Your Little Heart// A Thomas Fanfiction

Chapter 20

Authors Note: IM DYING FRICKING 1000 READS???? I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH!!!

My mom called us Sunday morning; she was staying at a nearby hotel. Apparently she wasn’t ready to see us just yet. As if we were the ones to blame for everything. When I’m positive it was her sleeping around and my dad feeling heartbroken.

“Dad?” I turned to him as he pulled up to the school, he always drove me when he was home.

“Yes sweetie?” My dad looked at me, the pain was clear in his eyes.

“What’s going to happen?” I felt like a helpless 8 year old girl.

“I don’t know,” my dad shook his head. “But I’m staying in town until I figure this entire thing out.”

“Okay,” I said, my voice cracking.

“It’s going to be okay, we will figure this out,” my dad patted my hand.

“I’ll see you tonight,” I exited the car. If one good thing came from this weekend, it would be the fact that my dad would be sticking around for a while.

“Hey Scarlett!” I heard Thomas call out before he ran up to me. Okay, maybe two good things.

“Hey,” I smiled at him, tugging at my hat. We walked inside the school together.

“You never did call me,” Thomas said as he opened the front door for me.

“There was a lot going on,” I replied honestly.

“So… Did you mom…?” Thomas couldn’t find the words to say.

“She called Sunday morning, she needs some space and is staying at a hotel.” I sighed, I gestured towards the bathroom. “I need to go, we’ll talk about this in math okay?”

“Okay,” Thomas nodded before walking in the other direction.

“Have you heard from Thomas at all?” Clarissa asked me in science class. I was surprised to hear from her to say the least, but about Thomas? I thought she was kidding before I saw the concerned look on her face.

“Yeah, we hung out this weekend,” I said, trying not to sound condescending.

“Oh,” she said, readjusting her backpack strap.

“Why?” I questioned.

“Well… We were supposed to hang out on Friday, but he never picked me up,” she looked like she was about to cry. “And I tried texting him… I never heard from him though. I was hoping…”

“What? That he got into a car accident on his way to your date?” I found myself laughing bitterly.

“No,” she shook her head. “Just forget it.”

As she sat down in her seat I convinced myself not to feel bad. I had more to worry about than some girl’s relationship problems with the guy that I’m falling for. I didn’t need this crap with Clarissa, the sooner Thomas was rid of her, the better.

So instead I found myself feeling proud. Proud that Thomas had picked me over some girl because I was in emotional turmoil. Proud that he sat with me all Friday night as we confessed our deepest secrets to one another. Proud that he had waited by his cell phone for my call, but ignored every text from said girl.

Proud that he chose me over someone else in general.

“So Clarissa was talking about you in science,” I said casually after showing Thomas how to do the newest formula.

“I swear that girl,” flips his hair. “Might have to get a restraining order.”

“She’s not crazy…” I tried to defend her.

“Well what did she say?” Thomas asked.

“Apparently you guys were supposed to go on a date Friday night,” I said.

“Oh yeah…” Thomas said, as if he forgot to do homework.

“And I told her we hung out that night… obviously I didn’t go into detail. But she seemed pretty hurt.” I started to bite on the end of my pencil.

“I need to end things with her,” Thomas said.

“Why is that?” I inquired.

“Because I’m not really into her… at all actually.” Thomas looked at me. For a second I wished he had said he wanted to call things off because he wanted to be exclusive with me. But I knew that was overly hopeful, and completely destructive to think like that.

“Sooner is better than later,” was all I said.

“Why do you care?” Thomas asked, raising his eyebrows.

“I don’t think a girl deserves to be led on.” I said, starting to pack my books. “Clarissa shouldn’t be filled with the false hope that you are into her. You are literally helping her set herself up for disappointment. And she will sit on her phone, or try and bump into you, because she wants to talk to you but not seem desperate. So just put her out of her misery now.”

“You make it sound like I’m putting down a dog,” Thomas ignored my in-depth speech.

“She’s not a dog,” I muttered.

“Obviously,” Thomas shook his head.

“Just stop dragging on whatever you have with Clarissa, it could really fuck her up.”

“You make it sound like you have personal experience.”

I puffed out my cheeks and took a deep breath.

I said, “All girls have been hurt in some way by some guy.”

“Including you?” Thomas asked.

“Including me,” I nodded.

The bell rang and that was the end of that conversation.