Accused - a Thomas Sangster imagine

Chapter severn - jam, bread and a toaster

Sophie felt like a little bit of an idiot for standing there with a jar of jam in her hands. At least she had waited for his mum to leave, because for some unknown reason Thomas was content on keeping Sophie away from his mum. His Gran was nice, Sophie didn't understand if it was an issue with her or with his mum. It was so confusing her head ached, and Thomas never gave an answer.

She rapt her knuckles on the frontdoor, and waited. There was a shout inside, then one back, the pounding of footsteps and the door swung open. Thomas blocked the doorway with his body. He wore grey sweatpants and a thin vest, he was clearly going to throw on a checked shirt if he left the house, but he hadn't got round to it yet. Sophie gulped, her eyes unable to pull away from his lean figure, a little too much on show through the vest. "Soph?" Thomas laughed, smiling down at her. "What you doing here?"
She blushed, and scrambled with the jar in her sweaty hands. "Zac is out all day, and I can't open the jam, I was wondering..."
She turned a deeper red as Thomas chuckled.
He took the jar, and popped the lid open, his arm muscles tensing. He did it easily, making it hard to believe that she had infact spent half an hour wrestling it, she had even bent a butter knife trying to get the lid off. He handed it back to her. "There you go."
"Thanks." She muttered, feeling quite the fool. "Could I possibly borrow some bread?"
Thomas shook his head and moved back from the doorway. "Come on."

She slipped into his house, shutting the door quietly. The house was warm, the carpet soft between her toes as she tugged her shoes off. The air was humid, like someone had been in the shower for hours. The kitchen was a little small - about the same size as hers - but the lounge was huge, with two big black leather sofas, and a large flat screen television. She had a television, she wasn't that poor, but it was the cheapest one possible that could support an x-box for Zac and his mates. She didn't like tv that much anyway, if she wanted entertainment she would watch the boys playing from the kitchen, but that was only when she got incredibly desperate.
"We've only got brown bread I'm afraid, it's mum's stupid diet plan."
She stood their awkwardly as Thomas fetched the loaf and cut off two slices. "Thats fine, I prefer brown." He carved off another four slices with the long serrated knife, dumping them onto a plate. "Good, then you can have more of it." He joked.
"Could I also borrow a toaster?" Sophie asked, could her cheeks get any hotter?
Thomas chortled, smirking at her across the kitchen island counter. He gestured to the seats on the far side. "At least you brought the jam, sit." She did as directed, perching on a stool far too tall for her. She was in a skirt today, she rarely wore one, but this happened to appear under her bed when she was cleaning late last night. She had paired the red skirt with a small black top that she tucked in, and she was wearing rose gold earrings that Zac had supposedly brought her for her brithday years ago - she had only found out they were stolen months later.

They sat together and chomped through the toast relatively quickly, Thomas having an empty plate before her. "Can't Zac open a jar of jam for you, or is he not as strong as I am?" He laughed tensing his arm muscles.
Sophie giggled, she had noticed that the more she got to know Thomas the more cocky he became. "No, Zac is out all day, and I needed some bread and a toaster."
Thomas fell silent and chewed his cheek as Sophie stuffed the last of the crust in her mouth, chewing on it slowly.
Thomas flicked around for his gran, then let his voice drop. "Have you and zac.... you know?"
Sophie's heart froze, and she picked up the plate, putting it in the dishwasher. "I know what?"
Thomas's jaw tightened, grinding teeth against teeth. "Done it?"
Sophie rubbed her tigh trough her tights. She talked about sex with Aleisha all the time, it was like talking about the latest tv show, but with Thomas ... she felt uncomfortable, like something was crawling up her skin. "We've been dating a long time Thomas."
He hopped of his bar stool moving over to Sophie, he put the bread back, slamming the bread tin lid on. "Do you still do it?"
Sophie reluctantly nodded. God would Thomas still be friends with her? He seemed really pissed off as he stood towering above her. "Why?!" Thomas almost shouted, throwing his arms up in the air.
Sophie whined, she knew any excuses would sound pathetic, especailly as Thomas could not comprehend what sex was like. "Because it's not that simple, once you've done it, its hard to stop."
Thomas wasn't satisfied throwing a little trantrum. "But he hurts you! Surely thats enough to not want to have sex with him?!"
She stood there, feeling horribly guilty for having sex with her boyfriend. She should never have come to Thomas's. "Tom you wouldn't understand, you haven't had sex."
"Yeah because I'm waiting to have it with someone who is going to be nice to me and not hit me or burn my fish!" His face was raging red. However it faded and he suddenly went all sheepish, hanging his head low in shame.
"I used to love him Tom, I don't anymore, but he used to be nice to me."
He took a deep breath. "So you have no feelings for him now then?"
Sophie could confidently answer that question. "No, no way in all of hell."
Thomas chuckled, raising an eyebrow. "All of hell?"
She nodded firmly, and matched his small grin. Her heart skipping a beat. She bit her lip.

"So..." Thomas said, oblivious to the fact they had sort of just had their first fight. "Guess you're trapped in my house with me."
Sophie crossed her arms. "Trapped?"
His evil grin came back and before she knew it he had the front door keys and was bounding down the hallway, locking the front door. She punched his shoulder playfully, her emotions squeezing out of their bottle.
"I'll climb out a window." She stuck her tongue out, turning back to the living room, but Thomas had her elbow, snapping her into him. "What if I challenge you to a game of call of duty?"
She rolled her eyes, had it been anyone but Thomas she would have said a defiant no, she hated video games. However this meant time with Thomas.... how could she refuse? "Fine, but I bet I can beat you hands down."
He cocked her the largest grin she knew, almost dragging her off to the livingroom.