The Last Year of School - A Thomesa Fanfiction

The Party - Thomas' POV

Hello Thomesa shipper, I decided to do the last 2 chapters from Thomas point of view, because I'm bored.

When Teresa enters the room she notices me immediately.

I give her a sad smile and she looks away.

What have I done? She seemed so happy this morning, and now just upset.

I start talking to Newt and the others.

"So Thomas, party tonight. You gonna come?"

"I'll be there." Not that I'm bothered, I can't stop thinking about Teresa.

"It's going to be epic."

"Yeah, can't wait." I say with no enthusiasm.

"What's up with you? You seem distant." Newt asks.

"Nothing, I'm fine."

"Yeah, right. Is it cause you got rejected?" he teases and all of them laugh.

"Thomas? Rejected? No way! He can get anyone he wants."

"Yeah, look at him and Brenda."

"I didn't get rejected, she just didn't talk to me."

"Who?"
"That new girl, Teresa."

I point her out. She's sitting with Sonya and her friends, chatting and already happier than she was before.

"Wow, she's hot."

"You got rejected by her!!!"

"I didn't get rejected."

"Yeah, yeah."

At lunch Brenda comes up to me.

"Hey, what's up?" She asks.

"Nothing" I reply.

I can't stop thinking about Teresa

"Something on your mind?"

She smiles, already assuming I'm thinking of her.

"Nope. You going to Newts party?"

"Yeah"

"I'll see you there." she winks at me and goes off to her friends.

Newt comes up to me after.

"Hey man."

A sigh is my only response.

"Seriously, what's up?" He asks.

"Promise you won't tell anyone."

"Yeah."

"I can't stop thinking about Teresa."

"What about Brenda?"

"What about her?"

"You gonna dump her or something?"

"Yeah, eventually."
"Man, do you even like her?"

"Do I, hell."

He doesn't say anything else, just nodding.

When I arrive at Newts place, there's already a lot of people there. Music is blasting from the outdoor speakers, and everyone is talking.

I eventually find Newt in the kitchen trying to chat up some girls. Typical.

On the way there I bump into someone.

"Sorry."

"No problem."

I look up and I can't believe it - it's Teresa. She's wearing a blue dress that matches her eyes perfectly. It ends on her knees showing off her legs. She's not wearing any make up, although she doesn't need to anyway - she's beautiful. Her black hair is pulled over one shoulder. She looks amazing.