We finally make it back to Thomas's house, and we walk inside his bedroom. "My parents left money for us, and I'm starving." He says, opening up his desk drawer to grab two twenty-dollar bills. I look at the money, before back at him. "Are you sure that's for food?' I question, taking his phone out of my pocket and onto the desk.
"Yeah, what do you want? We can order pizza." He supplies, as I look at him with a skeptical face. "I promise, I didn't steal anything. You think I'm that bad, don't you?" He asks as I sigh. "No man just didn't know your parents did that," I say shrugging. He nods, grabbing his phone to deliver food.
"Oh, we can get Chinese food?" Thomas says, looking back at me with bright eyes. "Yeah, I don't care what we get," I explain, sitting back down onto the blue sheets. Ne nods, sitting down beside me. He unlocks his phone, before going into his contacts, searching for a certain one.
"Please tell me you don't have a Chinese food joint saved into your phone," I say, rubbing my head. He looks at me, smirks, before going back to his phone. After a second or two, I heard ringing, and I looked up to see Thomas placing the phone to his ear.
"Hello?" He says as I watch him closely. I stand up, walking over to where I left my bag and the notepad. I quickly grab it, grabbing the pencil, and writing on the small piece of paper. Does a phone have chemistry? I look back up, to see Thomas watching me, still on the phone.
"Yeah, that will be all." He states, before pointing to the notepad. I smile, before looking back down and writing. Does Thomas have chemistry? He sticks out his tongue, as I show him the paper. "Ok, thank you." He says, before hanging up the phone.
"Do I have chemistry? Really?" Thomas asks as I shrug my shoulders. "Sometimes, I hate you. But other times, I just- Miff!" He starts before I shut him up with a kiss. I could tell he was shocked, before finally kissing back, hands cupping my face. Holy shit, I might actually like this dude. When he let's go, I sit back down on the floor, grabbing my notepad. Before writing next to the other question.
Answer: Yes.
"You know we can't keep doing this." Thomas states wearily, I look up at him, still not saying a word. "God!" Thomas yells, slumping on his bed. "I just kissed my friend, when I already have a boyfriend. He's going to kill me." Thomas says, his voice broken and muffled. I stand up, grabbing one of Thomas's arms, and pulling him to sit back up.
He doesn't look at me in the eyes, which suck, but I ignore it, instead of going in for a hug. "Trust me, everything is cool," I say, still not sober enough to understand why he's freaking out. We both hear a knocking at the door and look at each other, though I was the first one to stand.
"Stay here, I'll get the food. You find a show to watch." I say, gesturing to the tv. He nods, rubbing his cloudy eyes, as I walk out of the room. I don't know the house too well, but I still know how to get in and out, I think. I unlock the door, before opening it with a smile, but it quickly falters when I see who it is.
"Hey, Alex." I start, my voice going higher. He looks at me for a second, before storming past. "Why the hell are you here?" He asks me, as I following him, into the kitchen. "Um, Thomas tutors me after school, so he told me I could just stay the night." I lie, hoping he would fall for it. Why the hell is he here anyway.
He glares at me suspiciously. "I know that's a lie, Thomas said that you were with some friends." He says, holy shit he does know everything. "Parker! Do you want to watch Rick and Morty? Or something scary?!" Thomas asks from upstairs. I watch as Alex storms upstairs, and I quickly follow him.
He opens the door, to find Thomas, remote in hand, looking up at the tv, before turning to look at Alex. "Ah! H-hey, Alex. What are you doing here?" He asks, dropping the remote on the ground. "You weren't answering my texts, you need to text me every hour so I know you're not doing anything." He says, turning to glare at me. Oh, I hate him.
"You storm into my house, to do that," Thomas says, exasperated. Alex rolls his eyes, walking down the stairs and causing Thomas to follow him. "Please, give me a reason to punch this asshole in the nose," I say, as Thomas just shakes his head.
"I just have to deal with it." He says simply, making his way down the steps. "Alex, you're making a big deal out of this," Thomas says, watching as Alex walks up to him. "You, are a non-trustworthy piece of-"
"Shut the fuck up!" I yell, making the attention go to me. Alex glares at me, before turning back to Thomas. "Plus, you hanging out with this idiot." I glare at him, but before Thomas could defend me, I take my shot. "You cannot be calling me an idiot. You're the idiot, because instead of loving him, because, hell he's perfect! But instead, you decide to cheat on him with some preppy ass girl in Phoenix. So, you can't call me the idiot!" I yell as silence filled the room. Shit, I just fucked up, didn't I? "Yep, you did."~
Alex looks at me skeptically, and I'm not ready to back down just yet. "How the hell did you know about that?" Alex questions, like Thomas, punches his shoulder. "Wait what?! That happened. WHAT THE HELL ALEX!" Thomas yells, still punching his shoulder. Alex looks back at him, with a sorrowful look on his face.
"I'm sorry baby," He starts, but Thomas doesn't let in the finish. "Get out." He says as Alex looks at him. His eyes pleading. "Baby, really I'm sorry, please- "
"GET THE HELL OUT!!" Thomas yells as Alex sighs. I step back behind Thomas, as Alex walks towards the door. Holy shit, did I ruin his relationship?