Break Your Little Heart// A Thomas Fanfiction

Chapter 30 and 31 (Alternate Ending)

I don’t know what I expected from being away from Thomas, maybe grief, or anguish.

But all I felt was relief.

It was two weeks since we, I don’t know, broke up? I didn’t know what to call it, seeing’s that we were never even official. And I felt free, like there was no longer a weight on my shoulders. I had stopped my business of hurting guys, and I wasn’t expected to hurt anyone. The rumors about me stopped, and I was actually welcomed into Tati and Joey’s friend group. It seemed like everything was sort of working out, I had a stable group of friends and a drama free life.

I wasn’t going to lie, seeing Thomas around school, was hard. What was even worse was that he frequented hanging out with Joey, so I did see him a lot more than I would have liked. I knew everything that happened between us was for the best. We fought too much; there was just too much drama to deal with.

But he would always be the guy that knew about my personal life, and I couldn’t really let go of that. I don’t know what I wanted from him, an apology? Some sort of mutual grounds we could rest our relationship on? It seemed trying though, to actually get him alone long enough to talk to him about where we stood.

I think he clearly demonstrated he was over me though; he was constantly with another girl every week. First it was Jessica, (weird right?), and then it was just girls I didn’t recognize.

I knew it was for the best, deep, deep down.

So why was I standing there, at the Valentine’s Day dance, staring at him dancing with another girl?

It all seemed so ridiculous.

I was wearing heavy amounts of make-up and a deep red, tight cocktail dress. The girl he was dancing with was some junior that I recognized from my English class. I couldn’t help but feel jealous, but I didn’t understand why. I had a couple of weeks to get over him, right? I shouldn’t be worried about what his latest conquest was. And I didn’t really care about the girl he was with; I cared more about the smile on his face. How was it so easy to pick up and move on from me?

I decided to settle this, once and for all. I strutted up to Thomas and the girl he was with with the most confidence I could muster.

“Hey, sorry to interrupt,” I said to his date. She smiled at me sweetly and I almost threw up.

“It’s fine,” she shook her head, as if she was in my way.

“Thomas, can I talk to you?” I looked around, and finally locked eyes with his. He looked tired, like he hadn’t slept properly in a couple of days.

“Sure,” he sighed, he looked over at what I presumed to be his date, “sorry Alex.”

“It’s Taylor,” she rolled her eyes and walked away.

“You win some, you lose some,” Thomas shrugged lazily before turning his body towards me.

“You look like shit,” I said honestly.

“Feel like it,” he replied with the same tone of unimpressionable impatience.

“I need to know where we stand,” I said finally, after a long pause.

“There is no ‘we’,” he made air quotations with his hands. “You made that pretty clear the night of Joey’s party.”

“Fine,” I rolled my eyes. “There’s no we, but there is a you, and there is a me. And I need to know if you really just got over me, I need to know that you are officially done with me.”

“Scarlett…” Thomas sighed deeply. He ran his left hand through his tousled hair. The hair I had run my hands through not just a month ago, it looked like he hadn’t had a haircut in a while. I resisted the urge to touch it.

“Please,” I said, trying to be heard over the loud music. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” Thomas rubbed the back of his neck.

“I need you to tell me you don’t care,” I said, holding back tears.

“I care,” Thomas said, I almost didn’t hear him. “But I can’t do this.”

“Do what?” I choked back a sob.

“This,” Thomas gestured between us. “Is just too dramatic, I can’t deal with it. It’s easier too just be with other girls for days at a time then to waste my time fighting with the same girl over and over.”

“Wow,” I let the tears stream down my face. “That’s all I am too you? ‘Some girl’? Wow Thomas.”

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Thomas reached out to me.

“Obviously you did,” I shrugged him off. “Or you wouldn’t have said it.”

“I just…” Thomas trailed off.

“I get it, this. Whatever we were. It’s done.” I locked eyes with him one last time before walking away from him and the rest of the school population. I couldn’t deal with the fact that they were all so happy, dancing with ease as their significant others were by their sides.

I couldn’t believe Thomas could just cut all ties, but then again, I had done that not only two weeks ago.

I ruined this for myself, and when I wanted to make it all better. Thomas had had enough of my bullshit. And it burned; too know that someone could easily shut off their feelings for another. It was impressive though. How easy a human being could develop feelings for someone, feelings so deep that you poured your heart and soul to them over tear stained cheeks, only to reject them after things got hard.

I don’t know what I expected going to the dance that night, certainly not Thomas serenading me in front of the school and asking me to be his girlfriend. But maybe we could have reconstructed our relationship, or found some sort of friendship in the ruins.

But he ended up breaking my heart, once and for all.

He was the notorious heartbreaker after all.

ALTERNATE THE END!