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Thomas POV

James moves away from the embrace to get up. I pout. I take his wrist.

He looks at me confused.

"I want to go with you," I say.  He smiles at me. I get up and we head for the door. I stand behind him so that the person does not see me.

He's opening the door.

"Hello."

"Uh ... Hello, I want to talk to you about something ... Thomas is there?" Asks a familiar voice...Shit.  It's Hercules.

“What's your name?” Asks James.

"Hercules, Hercules Mulligan."

"I can enter?  I want to talk to you about ... when you were locked up in the music room. ”Hercules said.

“How do you know?” Asks James.

"I'll explain it all to you."  May I come in? ”Asks Hercules.

"Wait a minute."

James closes the door and turns to me.

“Are you okay?” James asks.

He...He thinks of me?

I shake my head nervously.

"Don't worry, I'm not forcing you," he said.  I smile.

"T... thank you," I said.  He just smiles at me.

“Don't you want to see him?” James asks.  I shake my head.

"Okay."

I get back behind him.  He's opening the door.

"I'm sorry, but I prefer that we speak here," he said.

Hercules sighs.

"Okay.  I want to tell you that ... I ... I asked two people to lock you up while you were arranging the instruments and I'm sorry for that. "Said Hercules.  I start to tremble.

It's him, that's the fault.  Tears flow from my eyes.

“Who are these two people?” Asks James.  He puts a hand behind his back and strokes my hair which relaxes me.

"I ... I ... don't want to tell you ..."

"Basically, if I assume, you came to apologize, huh?"  But you're not telling us the truth.  It's used for?  Why exactly did you come? ”James asks.

"Uh ...."

“And why did you do such a thing?” James asks.

"If you just came to say sorry, I'm sorry to tell you it's not enough," said James.  James speaks seriously and with authority.  It's weird ..

"The two people are Hamilton and Laurens and I did it because ... I was jealous of seeing Lafayette with you," he said sincerely.

“Do you like Lafayette?” James asks.

"Yes, more than a friend," he said with great reluctance.

This bully does not deserve the love of my cousin !!  Whatever he can do to her.  Hurt him?  I put a hand in front of my face.

"Don't worry, he's just a friend and thank you for telling me the truth." James said before closing the door.

He turns around and sees me in tears which makes my mascara flow.

I shouldn't have put that much.  Now he knows that I'm doing makeup.  I'm sure he won't want to stay with me anymore.

I feel arms around me.

Is he ... hugging me?

I hold him close to me and cry on his T-shirt.

He makes me round on my back.

"Tommy it's going to be okay," he said.

"And ... and if he starts again ... I ... I ..."

"Don't worry, I'll be there to protect you," he said in a soft voice.  I hold him tighter.

He gently carries me in his arms and sits on the sofa.

He takes out a handkerchief and hands it to me.  I wipe off the mascara.

He caresses my head gently.

“Are you better?” James asks.  I do not answer, I am a little ashamed to have cry again before him.

"What do you want me to do to make you feel better?" He asks.  I'm blushing.

Why does he care about me?  Why does he care about me ???

"I ... want ... to stay here after school;  I don't want to go out anymore. ”I say nervously.

"It suits me if it helps you feel better," he said, smiling.  He is too generous.  He smiles at me all the time.  I think that...no

“Tommy do you want me to bring you your mascara?” James asks.  I freeze.

"How... how ... do you know I put it on?" I ask shyly.

"One day you forgot to close the door and I saw you," he said.

"One day you forgot to close the door and I saw you," he said

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“Don't you mind that I put on makeup?” I ask.  He shakes his head.

"Not at all.  Why should it bother me? ”James asks.

"I ... don't know ... I ... thought ... you'd find it weird," I said.  He shakes his head which reassures me.

"No one should say to change because you know who you are and that is most important," he said with a smile.  My heart is pounding.  I blush profusely.

I do not know what to say.

“Are you better?” James asks.  I nod and put it on his chest.

"Thank you for understanding me," I said.

"It's nothing," he said.

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