Break Your Little Heart// A Thomas Fanfiction

Chapter 28- Thomas' P.O.V.

Thomas’ P.O.V.

I fucked up.

I fucked up badly.

I was sitting on the kitchen counter, sipping a beer, and thinking about tonight’s events.

How could I have messed up so badly?

“Thomas! There you are!” Clarissa came running up to me. She had clearly had one too many wine coolers.

“Hey Clarissa,” I muttered. Clearly she had drunk herself into oblivion and didn’t remember last night, when I had told her straight up that I didn’t want to be with her.

Because of Scarlett.

Who I had learned was being paid to be with me. I took a large gulp of my beer.

“What you did last night was sooooooo mean!” She slurred.

“I apologize,” I said sarcastically. I was mistaken, she did remember what had happened but lacked the self-respect or mental clarity to actually care.

“You know,” Clarissa placed her hands on the inner of my thighs. “You could make it up to me.”

“Hmm?” I said obliviously. “How could I possibly make you forgive me?”

“Let’s go upstairs?” Clarissa lowered herself a little so I could admire the roundness of her chest. I bit on my tongue. Turns out Clarissa is a little horndog when she’s drunk.

“I can’t…” I said, looking around the kitchen for a scape goat.

“Common,” Clarissa urged. “I saw that little fight with Scarrrrrlett! She won’t mind if you have a little fun…” She pulled herself onto the kitchen counter and wrapped her legs around my waist.

“Stop,” I said urgently. “Let’s go upstairs.”

All of the bedrooms were taken, obviously. So I found myself kissing Clarissa in- of all places- the bathroom. I thought back to earlier with Scarlett, in the dim lighting of the intimate guest room. Her black underwear, the scent of vanilla, the softness of her lips… And chest. I found myself kissing Clarissa harder, but only because I was thinking of the person I really wanted to be with.

I would have had sex with Scarlett, don’t get me wrong. But I just, I don’t know, I didn’t want to take it too fast with her. Sure I was not a virgin, far from, but I didn’t want her getting the wrong impression of me. That I just wanted her for the sex and nothing more. No, she meant so much more to me than just a fuck.

I probably shouldn’t have just walked out, but I didn’t want to seem overly sensitive when I explained myself.

Not like she would care or anything, seeing’s that all she wanted me for was to break my heart and get money from it.

How could she do that? How could she just plan on breaking my heart while learning all of my secrets, encouraging me to follow my dreams? It didn’t make any sense.

I couldn’t stop myself from thinking about Scarlett, so much I think I jinxed myself. Because when I heard the door open, there she was, standing there, her mouth agape.

“Scarlett,” I said, unraveling myself from Clarissa.

“It’s fine,” she said, squinting her eyes. “I’m a manipulative bitch anyway.” She spat, throwing my own words back at me.

I still couldn’t believe I said that, before I could reply she had left the room as quickly as she had entered it.

“That was awkward,” Clarissa threw her head back and laughed.