Secrets | Thomas Sangster Fanfic

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

Kinda a long chapter sorry.

Italics is Erica conscience.

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Tate and I continue to walk down the hall of lexis house towards the pool out back. I need to get him out of the crowds of people shoving each other and making out. And somewhere where he can sit down or throw up, or both.

"Tate drink this" I say pulling out a bottle of water out of my bag and passing it to him.

"HOW DO I KNOW YOU ARNT TRYING TO SPIKE THIS! ARE YOU GOING TO TAKE ADVANTAGE OF ME ERRRIIIIIICCCCCCCCCCAAAAAAAAAAA" he screams, cracking highs every so often.

"Come here!" I groan dragging him into the room to the left of myself.

"You need to drain the alcohol out of your system and sober up" I instruct. As I walk into the room I am greeted by Thomas and Sadie making out on what I assume is Lexi's bed.

Thomas pulls back as soon as he realises that there is company.

"Erica, its not what it looks like" Thomas protests pushing Sadie off himself. I gulp. I feel like dying right now. My stomach is currently sinking due to the feeling of utter disappointment and realisation that Thomas was just making out with one of my closest girlfriends.

Even though she distanced herself from me after I lost my other half that doesn't deflect from that fact that we grew up together and have been best friends since before I could even walk.

She knew how i felt about him. What kind of friend does something like that?!

I look over to the corner of the room and notice a bathroom. "Come on Tate" I say quietly pulling him over to the bathroom in the corner, locking the door behind us.

I don't even have to tell Tate what to do because before I know it the dark haired boy has his face deep in the toilet vomiting. I turn on the fan so that Thomas cant hear me.

Hold it together Erica you can do it. He's not worth it dont you dare cry over him!

I walk over to the bath that lies beside the toilet and sit in it. as i pull my knees to my chest and start to rub my eyes the tears start to flow.

starting out as a small whimper my emotions quickly go sour. my make up running all over my body as are the tears that carry it. I cry because he is worth it. 

"Erica?" Tate says sitting up from the toilet. "Tate just go, please" iI cry. I don't like people seeing me cry. its a sign of weakness. especially over a boy.

A pair of firm hands slip under my armpits lifting me out of the bath tub and onto their lap on the toilet.

I cry into Tate's chest. All of the pain he has caused me and yet I still go back to him. I'm so stupid. How can I love some one who makes me hate them so much at the same time.

"Erica i'm so sorry!" A small voice says from outside the door along with a repetitive knock. Why is he apologising he doesn't know I like him. He has nothing to apologise about.

"Thomas fuck off she doesn't want to see you right now" An angry Tate says walking over to the door.

"You're just saying that cause you have been crushing on her since forever" Thomas shouts back at him as Tate swings the door open.

"Well at least I tell her the truth bro, and don't get with her best friends. Who would want a guy like that?" Tate spits in the British boys face.