Break Your Little Heart// A Thomas Fanfiction

Chapter 25

“Scarlett’s here!” I heard a random guy holler. I rolled my eyes and took another swig from my bottle. I wondered if Thomas would care if I started dancing with another guy. I started looking around for someone to dance with before I felt a hand touch my arm.

“Hey Scarlett,” I recognized the voice before I turned around

“J-James,” I coughed on my own spit.

“You’re drunk,” he chuckled. I don’t know what was louder, the sound of the music or the sound of my blood pounding in my ears.

“You’re an asshole,” I replied.

“You look beautiful, isn’t that the dress you wore…?” He shook his head and rubbed the back of his neck. He looked stunning in the dim lights, his dark hair swept across his forehead and his deep blue eyes were vaguely familiar.

“I wasn’t about to stop wearing one of my favorite dresses just because you’re a dick,” I said, standing up taller.

“Look like someone developed some sort of self-esteem,” James said, taking a sip of his beer.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” I asked him.

“No, where would I be?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I just assumed you spent all your free time hooking up with people other than your girlfriend,” I said before pushing my way past him, deeper into the crowd.

I hated James, I hated Thomas, I hated every god damned boy in this high school. James had been the start of all of this, all of the heartbreaking and manipulating. And I was sure Thomas would have been the end, the reason I stopped doing all of this. But here I was, I had lost my biggest case and I was all alone, left questioning everything I had ever done this junior year. I pushed my way through the thick crowd, looking for some sort of familiar face, maybe even Clarissa. No, not Clarissa, she hates me now.

All because of what I do, because I wouldn’t let her have Thomas because I was so set on breaking his heart, or at least winning his heart. I had achieved neither and was left alone, as always. No friends, not even a single acquaintance. And I wish I could blame someone other than myself. But I can’t even bring myself to blame James for everything I’ve done. I was a bitch, a manipulative, heartbreaking, selfish bitch. There was no other way to explain my actions, I was a terrible person.

I deserved all of this.

I deserved trusting Thomas enough to sleep with him in such a short time, and he walked out on me, making me feel like a complete and utter idiot.

“Scarlett!” I heard a voice squeal just as I reached for the front door. I had to leave, I really had too.

“What?” I turned around quickly, a little too quickly, I felt lightheaded.

“Hey,” she let out a sigh of relief, as if she’d been looking for me all night.

“What?” I repeated. I recognized her as one of the girls who was paying me to hurt Thomas, I felt the vodka burning my throat.

“I heard Thomas was looking for you,” she said, smiling. “Are you going to do it?”

“Do what?” I asked, my head was pounding. Why was Thomas looking for me, he was the one who had left me all alone without an explanation.

“Break his heart tonight?” She said, a little louder, as if the reason I was so confused was because I couldn’t hear her.

“I, yeah, yeah I am.” I nodded, just wanting her to go away so I can leave.

“Good, because this really has been going on enough,” she said carefully, she was trying to not piss me off, but it wasn’t working.

“I had to plan this carefully,” I said, we were both yelling over the music. I was too drunk to really worry about who was listening.

“We’re paying you big bucks,” she said, referring to all the girls in on it. When, if I recalled, she only had 10 dollars in the pool.

“I know,” I said, waving my hand.

“What the fuck?!” I heard, my head shot to my left to where the yelling voice came from.

It was Thomas. And he looked angry.

“I’m going to go,” the random bitch said before scampering off to her friends.

I just stood there, in complete and utter shock.

“Scarlett, tell me that’s not true,” Thomas shook his head as he took 3 long strides towards me.

I didn’t say anything, I couldn’t say anything. It felt as if my mouth was glued shut.

“Tell me what she said wasn’t true!” Thomas yelled at me, placing his hands on my shoulders. “Tell me!”

“Thomas,” I whispered. I knew he could hear me.

“You were fucking paid to get with me?” Thomas shook me. I felt nauseous.

“It wasn’t like that-“ I tried to defend myself.

“Then what was she talking about?” He asked me, I could tell her was holding back tears.

“Don’t be mad,” I said slowly.

“How could I not be mad?” Thomas let his hands drop to his sides. “And here I felt bad for leaving you by yourself because I didn’t want to take things too fast. When all along you were being paid to fuck and chuck me.”

“Don’t say that,” I reached out to him. He put his hands up and backed away from me. At this point about 20 people were watching our little episode of Degrassi.

“You’re a manipulative bitch,” Thomas spat at me. No matter how many times I called myself those very words, it hurt more coming from him, it hurt so much.

“You’re right,” I said, turning around and walking out the front door.