Miss Matched // Thomas Sangster Fanfiction

Chapter Three - Greetings

Thomas POV.

Thomas follows behind Fleur timidly. She leads the way up the stairs, carrying one end of the red trunk without looking back at him at all.

This is great.

Just great.

Here he is, after all these years, having hoped that Fleur had somehow become less attractive in the time that has passed. But she looks just as gorgeous as she did back then - if not more gorgeous. He compares her to the memories he has of her.

She's obviously grown - in all right places too. She isn't too tall, though. Only 5'4, which is barely average height. This makes him happy. At least she isn't taller than him. Thomas hadn't ever been very tall. He notices her boobs, obviously. They're much bigger than when she was 14. Mentally, he guesses that she's probably a C cup. Then there's her hair, which has always been one of the prettiest things about her. The way it seems to glow in the sunlight and how it drapes around her face like golden curtains.

She's stunning. Still the loveliest girl he has ever seen.

And he hates that.

When they reach the stairs, Fleur lets him lead the way, nodding down the hall, "Just down there. Room 309."

309. I'll have to remember that, Thomas thinks to himself. Then he reprimands himself for being creepy and weird. He can't let himself obsess over this girl while he's attending Gandy Academy. There are more important things for the both of them to think about.

Thomas pushes the door open to 309, finding two beds pushed against opposite walls, and several boxes perched on top of the left bed. The other bed is empty. Dust particles spiral in the sunlight that spills through the window. They walk into the room together and set the trunk down at the foot of the bed. Standing up straight again, Thomas rubs his hand, which had been starting to hurt from the weight of the trunk.

For a moment, he stands in the room, just looking around. The weight of how awkward of a situation this is starts to settle on him. The last time he saw Fleur, she'd rejected him. Not just rejected but hard passed. She'd punched him in the face, for goodness sakes. No guy ever forgets being punched in the face by a beautiful girl.

Deciding to make an attempt at friendliness (like he would with anyone else), Thomas paces around the room a little. He feels Fleur watching him silently as he looks around the room. In an open box, he notices boxing gloves. Peeking inside the box a bit more, he spots several spiral bound notebooks, covered in stickers, as well as other books like Twilight, Harry Potter, The Secret Life of Bees, and Little Women.

"You seem to be pretty well read." He comments, glancing over his shoulder at her.

She nods, still only watching him with her arms crossed over her chest and her knees stiff and locked. At the top of another box, a photo album is perched precariously on top. His first impulse is to grab the album and look through its contents, but he knows better than to pry too far into Fleur's belongings.

Looking out the window now, he says in an impressed tone, "You've got a really nice view of the main courtyards."

"Yeah." She says, clumsily, "I, um...I noticed that earlier."

She still looks uncomfortable and defensive, with a suspicious look in her eye and her arms folded across the front of her.

"I haven't seen my room yet, but I'm in the male senior dorms. Room 402." he mentions, still watching her, trying to maintain eye contact but Fleur keeps looking away. As an afterthought, he adds, "Right next door to you."

Fleur nods slowly, and says barely above a whisper, "Sucks that you'll have to carry your things up all those stairs."

"Yeah. Top floor..."