Secrets | Thomas Sangster Fanfic

CHAPTER THREE

I walking into the school. First day back to the last year at this place. Ever.

"I'm a survivor

I'm goin'na make it

I will survive

Keep on survivin"

This song plays over and over in my head. I have attended Hadley high school since sixth grade. Therefore I have survived 6 years at this horrid place. So yes i have the right to sing that song in my head right now. I survived all the horrible phases here. Of being a freak, to thinking I was the coolest girl in town(which for the record, I wasn't) to i'm going to be all natural and eat healthy and now I'm sorta back to the start with my nerd stage. But I also have a hint of I don't give a crap about what you think of me anymore in there too.

I walk over to my locker. Not concentrating on what I'm doing someones locker door slams straight into my face knocking me straight off me feet. Resulting in me landing flat on my ass. "Oww" I groan. Rubbing my forehead. What a wonderful way to start the day. "Oh my gosh I am so sorry. Here" an unfamiliar british voice says holding out their hand. "Thanks" I mumble. Still dazed by the impact from the locker. 

"Do you need anything? ice? plaster?" " plaster?" I say confused. "Oh right sorry, what do you guys call it over here? bandaid?" I laugh looking up to see who the mysterious voice was coming from. 

I let out a small gasp. It was the boy, the one who Callum had bought home yesterday. The one who witnessed me being a total freak to my cat. "er um i'm sure i will be fine, thanks though" I stutter. "You're Cals sister right? he smiles, making me melt inside. "Oh um yea" I respond nervously. "Well i'm Thomas errr" he says greeting me then looking down at the sheet of paper in his hand "you would happen to know where the auditorium is, would you?" he says adorably. Is adorably even a world? Well if it isn't it should be cause that is what he is like right now. "Oh yea. I can take you there if you like?" I say trying not to show I was freaking out because he was actually conversing with me. "Yes please, Thank you so much!" he says closing his locked and slouching his bag over one of his shoulders.

"I'm really sorry about before. The lock wasn't open for me and I was pulling on it as hard as I could and then it just gave away. . ." He says apologetically. "No, don't worry about it i'm fine" I say smiling trying to make him feel less guilty. "So where are you from Thomas?" I say starting up some small talk. "I'm from London" He says pulling his other bag strap over his shoulder. "Ahh, explains the accent." He laughs in response making me feel like a thousand tiny butterflies had been let free in my stomach.

"Well here it is" I say pointing to the auditorium. "Thank you! you're a life saver I would have been walking these halls all day to find it!" "thats okay" I say simply. "see you around he says  turning and walking away. I smile. And don't stop until I reach my class.

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