Miss Matched // Thomas Sangster Fanfiction

Chapter Twenty-Five - Girl Stuff

Another dull Monday.

It was shaping up to be a regular week at Gandy again. Small, cold raindrops spatters the concrete as you hurried to your first class for the day. Today is the first of October, and you were feeling festive. Halloween had been your mothers favorite holiday, and every October reminded you of the spooky merriment that your mother used to encourage throughout the entire month. So, perhaps this Monday wouldn't be as dull as usual.

You hurry into your classroom, trying to shake more drops of water off your raincoat before venturing further into the room. There's Thomas's paper, already waiting for you at your desk for you to read over.

Sliding into your seat, you glance down at his paper, skimming it. He wasn't a bad writer before, but even now you can see the progress he has made. His sentences are longer and flow better. His vocabulary has improved.

"Thanks," you say, looking over at him and waving his paper at him.

However, you're surprised to see the guilty expression on his face as you meet his eyes. He takes your paper from your hand quickly, trying to avoid eye contact.

What's going on with him?

"Hey," you whisper, frowning. "What's up? Why are you making that face?"

"I'm not making a face," he denies, still refusing to meet your eyes again.

You glare, mumbling, "Yes, you are. Tell me!"

With a sigh, he looks over at you cringing, "I may have told Mr. Seagull that your writing is really excellent."

That was clearly not the crime committed. Sharing a good opinion with someone, especially a teacher, was never a bad thing. Raising an eyebrow and feeling heat rise to your cheeks, you press, "And?"

"And..." Thomas hesitates, "He might have you read one of your papers in front of the class next week for a special presentation."

You give him a disbelieving glare, playfully nudging his shoulder, "Dude, I thought we were becoming friends again. Then you land me with a public speaking assignment?"

"I know, I'm sorry," Thomas says with a smirk that does not communicate remorse at all.

"You're the worst. If karma doesn't hit you, I sure as hell will," you warn him, refraining from smiling yourself.

"Miss Gordon, language, please." Seagull's voice comes from behind you, making you jump. You turn to give him an apologetic smile. You'd been so distracted talking to Thomas you hadn't even noticed Mr. Seagull come into the room.

You hear Thomas chuckling next to you.

Turning back to him, you give him an expression that you hope communicates "I'll get you for back for this," before you stick your tongue out at him. Just in case the message wasn't clear.

"If you haven't already, please read your partner's paper now, and start annotating it. Remember, the final drafts of these will be due on my desk by Friday," Mr. Seagull announces, standing in the front of the classroom.

Todays writings were on "Three Firsts." It could be first Christmas, first county fair, first day of school, first kiss, first house, first...sexual encounter. You really hoped that Thomas hadn't written anything about that. Just based off what you'd skimmed, you didn't think he had.

Pulling out a pink pen, you hunch over Thomas's paper and begin reading.

1) First memory – my first memory is pretty simple. I remember standing in my room over a huge mess my best friend and I had made that afternoon. Mum told me that I needed to clean up. I looked at the mess, thinking only of how long it was going to take to clean up.