Miss Matched // Thomas Sangster Fanfiction

Chapter Fifteen - Remembering

Thomas POV. 

Thomas shoves another mouthful of the pastrami sandwich into his mouth, chewing slowly. The dining hall is quiet right now. He'd waited a while before coming down to lunch, because he'd hoped he wouldn't have to eat alone. Dylan normally sat with him during meals, but earlier that day, he complained he had a miserable headache.

So, Thomas sat by himself at the geriatric, wooden table by himself. It was nearing the end of lunch, and Dylan still was asleep, trying to rid himself of the headache.

After a couple days of dwelling on how strange girls could be (mostly Fleur), his brain was finally empty. Now, he thought about things that didn't seem to matter as much - like Starwars and how much he missed having access to a TV.

He's kidding himself though. Starwars was also really important to Thomas.

When a ring sounds from Thomas's pocket, he sets his lunch down with a sigh and pulls his flip phone from his pants pocket. He peers at the tiny screen, seeing the call from his father.

It takes him a split second to decide to answer it, but finally he holds it up to his hear and mumbles, "Hi, dad."

"Hello, son!" His dad says cheerfully, "I wanted to call and check up on you. How are things going?"

"Things are fine," Thomas says, picking at his sandwich. "How are things going with the band? Is traveling fun?"

Mark sighs, "Oh, you know how it is. The band is always busy. The constant bloody travel is tiring. Makes it hard to sleep when you're constantly in a new place. I always wonder how healthy this lifestyle actually is, but that's life, I suppose."

Thomas distractedly watches a group of teenagers who have started belting out an Avril Levigne song on the other side of the dining hall. He mutters, "Yeah, that sounds good."

"So you're doing well adjusting to the new environment?" His dad asks him, "Are you studying hard?"

"The environment is similar to any other school, I think," Thomas says, redirecting his attention back to the conversation with his dad. "I'm studying, but it's still the beginning of the semester, so I don't have an awful lot to study yet."

Mark hums, "Just make sure your study habits are consistent, so you won't have to study too hard. Are you making friends?"

Thomas recalls his experience here, thinking before he answers carefully, "Yeah...sort of..."

"Sort of?"

"Well, I'm good mates with my roommate, Dylan. He's a cool guy. Generally a little shy, but I think he's actually starting to open up a bit more now that we're friends. And, there's the lads on the boxing team. They're decent enough."

"Fleur is on the boxing team with you, right?" Mark asks, "You're pretty good friends with her, aren't you?"

Thomas frowns, thinking back to Thursday night, "Maybe."

Mark chuckles a little, "Come on, Thomas. I'm trying to check up on you and you're giving me some very vague answers."

"Well, Fleur and I had a bit of a row the other day. I still don't understand why though," Thomas says without trying to mask his irritation. "She's been quite nasty and moody ever since."

Mark clicks his tongue, "Well, girls can be that way sometimes. But, if my memory serves me right, I would say that she has a pretty good reason to be in a foul mood right about now."

"Why is that?" Thomas asks incredulously.

"I'm pretty certain that the anniversary of her parents death is this week. In fact...I think it might actually be tomorrow."