Break Your Little Heart// A Thomas Fanfiction

Chapter 30

It’s been two weeks, two weeks since my falling out with Thomas, two weeks since I gave up my career of hurting guys for money, two weeks since my mom left my dad and I.

It’s been the worst two weeks of my life.

Sure, it was nice not having the guilt of manipulating people, but quitting the game had its consequences. At least before people may not have liked me, but they did respect me. Now, no one even gives me the time of day. Girls spread even more rumors about me than before (apparently Thomas stopped talking to me because he found out I was a female escort) and guys were actually offering me money for my services. And funny enough, I was still a virgin.

Life at home wasn’t any better, my mom only talks to me and my dad to offer me to stay with her and her lover on weekends, which I’ve ever-so-rudely declined on multiple occasions. And the promotion that was offered to my dad was taken away, so he leaves a lot. Which leaves me alone a lot.

Alone.

I used to thrive on being alone, away from people that aggravated me. But now I just felt empty, and it really felt terrible.

I did have one friend though, Tati. We got very close over the course of the last couple of weeks, but she had other friends she needed to make time for, so I was more alone than in her welcoming company.

As for Thomas, it was painful. Ever since that night at my house he found ways to avoid me. He switched seats with some dude in our math class. Now I’m constantly being pestered by some senior meat head that constantly asks me  what my hourly rate is. I learned to drown him out by music. Music that reminded me of Thomas and everything we had before I ruined it.

I still stand by my choice of walking away from him that night. I cried all weekend and put on a brave face the following Monday, and Thomas hadn’t approached me once. I knew once I walked away it would be final, he made that perfectly clear. I didn’t want anything to do with the drama full relationship that Thomas and I had, but I couldn’t help but ache for him. When I saw his lips I ached for him to kiss me, when I saw his hands, I wanted nothing but for him to run them through my hair and brush away my tears.

But that was a reoccurring daydream I had. Something I always woke up from when I was snapped back into reality.

“Scarlett,” Tati snapped me back into reality as we sat in the atrium. I usually didn’t sit in the front foyer of the school, but Tati had invited me too lunch because Joey wasn’t at school that day. And I wasn’t one to turn down company.

“Why don’t you just talk to Thomas?” She inquired. “You’ve been in a funk ever since Joey’s party.

“Damn,” I muttered. “I don’t know, I guess. I was the one who finished things that night, I just feel like I should be over it.”

“Maybe that’s because you don’t want to be over it,” she said.

“Obviously,” I agreed. “But I honestly can’t do anything. Thomas and I are over, and that is my fault.”

“Okay, real talk,” she turned towards me and placed her hands on my knees. “You and Thomas had something, HAVE something special. You two are always staring at each other while the other one isn’t watching. Did you know he hasn’t even talked to another girl since your falling out?”

“Yeah…” It was true. No rumors of Thomas and another girl had surfaced since the night of the party.

“Exactly. You and Thomas both have your faults. And that got in the way of you two being happy. But now that everything is at rest, and you both have had time to simmer down, you both still find yourselves looking at each other.”

“I don’t think Thomas misses me,” I said, shaking my head.

“He does. Joey and him were talking Sunday night when they got a little too drunk over a game of pool. He misses you Scarlett, a lot.” Tati squeezed my knees.

“Fuck,” I sighed. “What do you suggest I do?”

“Go to the Valentine’s dance tonight,” Tati said, before I could groan she explained, “I know Thomas is going because Joey is dragging him along with him. Please, just go and see if you can talk to eachother.”

“What if I don’t want to talk to him?” I asked.

“Do you want to talk to him?” Tati countered.

“Yes,” I rolled my eyes and clenched and unclenched my fists.

“Then meet me at the dance tonight.” Tati practically begged.

“Okay,” I nodded.

“You won’t regret this,” she said, she was full of hope.

I was full of dread.