Break Your Little Heart// A Thomas Fanfiction

Chapter 23

The party was at Joey Diggs’ house, he was the star quarter back of the football team and one of the most popular guys in the school. He was a really good guy, senior, straight As. And him and his girlfriend had been together since like the sixth grade, which is kind of cute if you asked me.

I never really talked to Joey, but I did know his girlfriend Tati. She was one of the sweetest girls ever, and she had invited me to Joey’s party earlier in the week. I wasn’t going to go though, with all the drama going on in my family. But once Thomas invited me, I figured, what could be the harm in going?

So here I was, standing in front of my closet, staring at racks of clothing.

I had no idea what to wear to a party to actually impress someone. I knew what to wear if I wanted to manipulate a guy and get so close to sleeping with them before crushing their spirits and leaving them in my wake. But I had no idea what to wear to convince Thomas that I was worth his time. Because at this point, I didn’t want to hurt Thomas anymore, I just wanted to have a drama free relationship with him.

I had a feeling in my stomach that this was the night that everything was going to change.

It had to be tonight, or it would be too late and he would see me as nothing but a friend. Because I didn’t show as much interest as I knew he would have liked.

“What the fuck do I wear,” I was about to slam my head against my mirror.

I tried to ask Thomas what to wear when he was driving me home from school.

“Just where whatever, you always look good,” he said, making me blush.

But I knew that he needed to be wowed.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” I muttered underneath my breath. My eyes scanned my clothing until they rested upon a dress I hadn’t worn since my first party with James. It was a backless, long sleeved, peach dress that was layered with black lace. It rested just above the knee and paired beautifully with my most comfortable pair of heels. It was perfect. James loved this dress, it was what sealed the deal with him. Maybe it would work with Thomas too. Regardless of what happened with James in the end, this dress held nothing but great memories.

“You look so beautiful in that dress!” James had told me over his cup of beer.

“Thank you!” I remember hoping he hadn’t seen my blush in the dim lighting.

“It’s crazy to believe you are here with me tonight, and not with some other guy!” He had laughed and wrapped an arm around my waist.

“I wouldn’t be anywhere else!” I had told him right before he kissed me for the first time.

My phone interrupted my thoughts.

Thomas: Picking you up in 30, you okay?

Me: Yep, see you then!

I closed my phone and threw it on my bed.

Maybe that text from Thomas while I was thinking about James should have been some sort of sign.

20 minutes later I had just finished straightening my hair and I was nit-picking every part of what I looked like in the mirror. I had on my dress and my heels, and a black bag holding a bottle of vodka and diet coke, just in case. I was wearing nude lipstick and heavy eye-makeup. I knew Thomas didn’t like the whole make-up thing, but I really didn’t care. It was more of a confidence boost than anything.

I heard my dad leave about 10 minutes ago, he had to fly out last minute for a business meeting, so again I had to wait nervously for Thomas to pick me up all by myself. Not that I would have wanted my dad knowing about Thomas, because mom knew and well she jinxed everything with her selfish ways. And I don’t want dad involved in my social life, he has enough crap going on without my boy problems in the mix.

It had been 34 minutes since Thomas had texted me, and I found myself looking out the window, waiting for the familiar car to pull up into my drive-way. I started to question what I was wearing and if I should have worn red lipstick instead of nude. I was about to change my shoes before I heard a faint knock on the door.

“Thomas,” I smiled at him when I opened the door.

“Crap,” Thomas looked down and shoved his hands into his black skinny jean pockets.

“What?” I asked, tugging at the bottom of my dress.

“You’re fucking stunning,” Thomas said, looking up and meeting my eyes.

“Oh this old thing?” I waved my hand, as if it hadn’t taken me 3 hours to decide what to wear.

“Yeah,” Thomas shakes his head, “that old thing.”

“Let’s go,” I let myself blush. I close the door behind me and turn around to face the boy of my dreams.

“Seriously Scarlett, you look gorgeous,” Thomas insisted.

“Keep it up and you may run out of adjective to use by the end of the night,” I retorted.

“I have a thesaurus in the back of my car,” Thomas decided to play me at my own game.

“Always prepared,” I start walking down my driveway.

“Not really,” Thomas said conspicuously, I felt his arm on the small of my back. I open my mouth to say something snarky, but close my mouth because I actually like it.

“So how did you get an invite to this prestigious party?” I ask when we both get into the car.

“Joey invited me, we have gym together,” Thomas said, putting the car in drive. “We’ve become friends I guess.”

“Mr. Popular,” I teased.

“It’s not only the girls that love me,” Thomas winked at me as he started driving.

“You’re so pretentious,” I rolled me eyes.

“Did you find my thesaurus?!” Thomas demanded, not taking his eyes off the road. I turned on some All Time Low while he drove along. It was about 20 minutes and we had been driving in an unfamiliar part of town for the last 5. We were now twisting along this long path, surrounded by dark trees and moonlight.

“Do you know where he lives?” I asked, looking out the window.

“Scarlett,” Thomas gasped dramatically, placing one hand on his chest. “Would I get us lost?”

“Possibly, I mean you could have set this all up to just be a psycho killer in the end,” I said.

“This is true,” Thomas agreed. “But sadly this is not an episode of Pretty Little Liars.”

“Thankfully,” I replied.

“Thankfully.” Thomas nodded.

“You never did answer my question,” I pointed out.

“Yes Scarlett, I know where we are going. My sincerest apologies though, I know you would love to get lost with me in a corn field so we can make out all night.” He looked at me and winked, I didn’t reciprocate the flirting. “I know where we are going.” He reassured seriously as he placed his hand on mine, I found myself smiling.

“Okay, but if we die, I’m going to kill you.” I muttered sarcastically.

“I know,” he shook his head and swerved down this sharp turn. We drove down a very long driveway for about a minute before the trees cleared up and I started hearing the booming music from a distance. A large country mansion came into view and from the looks of it, people had already drank themselves into a stupor. People were running around and shouting like mad people.

“Classy place,” I said, half-sarcastic. The house was really nice, I had to say. But the idiots frolicking around it kind of ruined the image of a classy country home.

“We’ll have fun,” Thomas said, squeezing my hand.  He parked a long way away, but it was the closest we would get without the risk of some drunk teenage boy trashing the car.

“Only because I’m with you,” I said honestly. Thomas leaned over the gear shift and kissed me right on the nose. I would have smiled, but I was already.

“Come on,” he gestured toward the house.