When I See You Again

3) Dreadful

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:Thomas:
It was 2 in the morning as I sat in my bed. I couldn't sleep as my mind was wandering. Where to? Literally everywhere. From football to the reason of the human existence. I may be only 18 but my mind is older. I swear my mind and body are completely separate.
I decided to get up and do some yoga. I know that I'm getting judged right now, but yoga helps to relieve my conscious.

———————Sleepy Thomas———————

"Hey Thumb-us Jefferson-shit. Didn't think I'd see you here."
"A-Alex? Why are y-you here?"
"Oh I'm sure you know..."
The whip and handcuffs in his hands gave me an idea.
I didn't say anything as I held my wrists out for him. He only smirked as he walked up to me, and seductively put each cuff around a wrist.
*BEEP BEEP BEEP*
I was rudely awakened by my alarm clock going off. I practically broke it because quite frankly, I was mad at the timing. It was just getting good.
I quickly got my jeans, t-shirt, and undergarments in a pile and took them to the bathroom. My hair in the reflection of the mirror looked like a rats nest. I quickly got in the shower not even bothering to let the water warm up.
Horrible mistake.

:third person:

As he got dressed and ready, Thomas's phone started to buzz. The many unread texts, comments on social media, and streaks that were sent to him finally forced him to wake up completely, though his shower helped to do that.
He stepped into the living room of his 2 bedroom 1 bathroom apartment and sat down on the couch. He quickly answered texts, sent streaks, and scrolled through Instagram when he suddenly stopped on a picture of a man in a pool, sipping on a fruity drink, with the caption of "One Last Time".
Alex. Damn. Those abs...
"What the FUCK THOMAS? Get your mind out of the gutter."
He startled himself when he said that so much so that he dropped his phone. When he went to pick it up, he caught a glimpse of a red heart disappearing.
FUCKKKKKKKKK There's no fixing it now...

————-Short time skip later————-

As he walked out of the apartment complex, Thomas thought about how this school year was going to go. He mounted his bike, slid his helmet on, strapped the leather jacket on tighter to him, and cranked up the engine and darted out and away.
Thomas just barely made it to school on time and met up with his football friends.
"Yo! Burr, Madison!"
"Thomasssssss!"
"Tommy boy! How was your summer?"
"Madison I have already told you not to call me that name. And my summer was uneventful. You?"
"Ahhh you know meee... had girls practically climbing me like a jungle gym all summer." Aaron said with a smirk. He winked at the other two boys afterwards.
"Yeah yeah. We get it... the preschoolers absolutely adore you..." Thomas claims as he watches Burr's smug face turn to one of anger.
"Personally I don't think your employer would appreciate you talking about the children you watch like that." Madison says gaining an 'innocent' smirk. "I have been working my ass off over this summer break for my dads fence company. Worked 24/7. Here's the kicker: I only got paid once at a price of $200. That's not nearly enough for 3 months of work."

Thomas almost completely ignored them as he gazed off into the crowd of students, searching for one in particular. He found him hanging around his friends, talking about what he can only imagine to be his summer.

"Thomas. Earth to Thomas!" Burr snapped in front of his face to get him to look at him.
"Whaddaya want Aaron?"
"I see where you're looking. What do you say we go bring back some first day of school traditions? Madison you tagging along?"
"Nah Ima have to sit this one out. I have a class to get to that's on the other side of the school. You two have fun!" And with that, James walked away. Well really he sprinted away.

With James gone, Aaron and Thomas could go further than before. As they were talking about the plan to beat them up, Thomas was having doubts. He didn't want to follow through with the plan but he couldn't say anything because he hadn't exactly 'came out' yet. He was going to first tell James, but he couldn't get him alone without Burr being there too. (Ok lovelies. So in my head I was thinking 'oh Thomas is gay and he doesn't want to beat Alex up but if he declined Burr would be like 'OOoooOo someone has a crush!' But I didn't exactly write that so yeah :))

As they were walking over to Alex, Thomas had only one thing is his mind: I'm sorry, Alex.

They got to him and Burr was to throw the first punch. Thomas caught his hand before he impacted Alex.

"I want to do this alone." He whispered to Burr who sadly said yes. He couldn't exactly say no to what Thomas had said because he didn't want to jeopardize his football career and position. He sulked away leaving the two men alone in the hallway.

"So we meet again Hamilton. Wonder what we should do today..." he trails off as he swiftly catches Hamilton's hands and pins him up against the locker.

:Thomas:

I pinned him up against the locker and felt an almost immediate rush of adrenaline. I guess I couldn't exactly control it and for a split second, my eyes rolled to the back of my head.
Damn I really need to take that test.

:Alex:

I saw his eyes return to their normal position.
Damn. Those eyes. How I can see the stars, the planets, space.
I guess that I had been staring a bit too long because the sudden *bonk* on my head took me out of my trance, though I would've preferred to stay just for a second longer.

"Hamilton. Hey? Anyone there??"

"The fuck Jeffer-shit? What was that for?"

"Hmm. Maybe because you literally got lost in my eyes?" Thomas said, casually biting his lip.

"Stop biting your lip or else I'll bite it for you." I said coolly before realizing what my brain was doing.

"Ahh. So the truth comes out. I had a hutch."

"What?! NO! You just seemed to like what you saw because your lip is red. You wanna explain that to me?" I smirked.

"Oh you're going to regret that." The knee in my groin told me why.

"Gah!" (PAIN NOISE). It had escaped from my lips like a dog the second it's leash came off. I tried to curl up into a ball, but my hands were still above me so I couldn't.

"THOMAS JEFFERSON! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" A booming voice said from down the hall a bit of ways.

Thomas was at a loss for words; something that hasn't happened since this whole incident started.

Coach George Washington sprinted down the hall and practically ripped Jefferson off of me.

"Alexander, go to my class please. You've got me first period. Thomas you just wait right here."

"Yes sir." We replied in unison. I darted off to Coach Washington's class and sat down. My mind in a mess, like a tornado had ripped through an office.

:third person:

"Would you like to explain to me what just happened sir?"

"I..."

"I thought this shit ended last year. Thomas. Take this as a warning: Get your shit together or you're off the team. Reynolds will take your place if you get out-of-step one more time," Washington spit. "You may be my favorite football player, but that doesn't mean you get special treatment."

"Yes sir." Thomas pretty much whispered, staring down at the ground.

"Dismissed."

The bell rang and Thomas was now sprinting to English class, trying to get there before the second bell.
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