Hurt, Lies and Thomas Sangster.
"Hey, hey," the concern in Thomas' voice was genuine. "What's wrong?" I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked up at the wide-eyed boy, his hand pressed gently against my shoulder, his body a lot closer to mine that I had originally anticipated. I shook my head, a waterfall escaping my eyes. Thomas said nothing, he just wrapped his arms around my torso. We hadn't known each other long, almost two weeks and this was only the third time we had seen each other, yet his arms wrapped around my felt right, felt real.
Thomas held me whilst my body shook. It wasn't until I calmed down, and my body was still, and no more tears could possibly break free, only then did he pull away. It must have felt like forever to him, but I was just happy to have someone to cry on.
"Lilly?" I looked at him again, blue eyes meeting brown. I've never seen anyone look so concerned before. "What happened?"
"It's Ryan," I faltered. Then the pain seemed to turn to anger, I could feel the blood inside me boil. "He cheated on me." My voice was harsh. Sharp. "With some blonde bimbo from his physics class." I was hardly able to control the emotions surging through me. I heard Thomas take a sharp intake of breath, almost as though the pain I was feeling was his too.
"Do you want me to phone Dylan?" Thomas asked and I shook my head, feeling pathetic for crying in front of him. I closed my eyes, took in a sharp breath, let it go and open my eyes again, my breathing had calmed and my heart's beat slowed down to almost normal. "You good?" I smiled, though it was fake I still smiled, and nodded to Thomas, standing up. Thomas rose with me.
"I'm good. I'm going to forget about him. I mean it was never really going to last anyway. Dylan always said so. I mean, can something that never really had anything last? I loved him, but I don't think he ever loved me. I just another bit of skirt for him to toy with," saying out loud meant it was real. I'd known it for a while, he never loved me. I just never thought he'd cheat on me.
"How'd you find out?" Thomas asked, then realised what he said might have been the wrong thing and quickly went correct his mistake. "If you don't mind me asking, that is," I smiled again, this time more real than the last. He was a such a dork, a cute one at that, but still a dork.
"I told him I wouldn't sleep with him. I mean we've been together a year and I always wanted to wait. I wanted to make sure he was the right one. I think he just got fed up. I give him props for waiting a year though, most guys that just wanted to fuck would give up after a couple of weeks. But he stayed. And now I don't even understand why. I'm stupid. Thinking that some guy will wait around a whole year just so the girl is ready to be with them. What guy is like that nowadays?" Thomas hesitated to speak, then took a step forward and grabbed hold of my hand.
"Lilly, let me speak before you interrupt. Not all guys are like him. I know, personally, that if girl wanted to wait to make sure she was ready then I would definitely wait with her. You're not stupid for thinking a guy would do that, any self-respecting person would," Thomas stopped, but I waited because I could tell there was something else he wanted to say. "Also, don't you think that if you really wanted him, and him only, it wouldn't have took you a year to be ready? Surely, something felt wrong if you had to wait that long. You know it, Lilly, you know that you never really wanted him."
He was right. As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. He was just someone to attach myself to when I came to America. I did love him though, I loved him hard.
