Chapter 10
Next morning was absolutely hideous for Thomas. He didn't remember if he was dreaming or not but when his alarm woke him at 5 am, he groaned, tempted to just kick off his shoes finally and sleep further. That's right everyone, as Thomas fell in his bed, he woke only when his alarm rung. He felt sweaty, as if after a very long workout session but as there was no such session involved then all it just pointed out to the obvious – he had dreamt of something. He looked in mirror (mind you, after long 10 minutes of groaning and attempts to get out of the bed) and saw how pale he looked. Yep, definitely a nightmare. He sighed and went to shower.
He shuffled his feet as he slouched downstairs. He needed coffee and he needed it bad. His mother was up already getting ready for her work and noticed Thomas go in kitchen. She just silently looked at him as he prepared his cup of coffee and just as silent watched as he was going back upstairs. Even if he had noticed Cassandra he didn't pay her attention. He was still angry and he could hold his grudges. As he shut his room doors, Cassandra sighed. She and Raymond had really done their damage on him. In years, he might be grateful to us, as you said Raymond but as far as for now – did you really think this through? He finds out about the whole thing and it's not even us. He is right and you know that.
Meanwhile Thomas was creasing his forehead at his homework. He had to manage write essay on text they read in Literature class. He sipped his coffee and tried to think of something. His brain did not work or rather did not want to work early this morning. He closed his eyes trying to remember what was that they read in class. He tried to reel the memory in past the whole horrifying last night's experience. Finally, finding the memory he was looking for, he dug his fingers in laptop's keyboard, typing.
He did not know how he had managed to do so but Thomas had finished the essay. Just at the right time he managed to hit 'send' on his laptop screen to send the essay off to their teacher. He sighed and jumped out of his bed to get ready and drive off to school. Any minute later he would be late for class.
Thomas ran in class, at the same time as the bell rang.
- 'Close shave there mister Silverett.' Their Math teacher commented. Thomas ignored the comment and sat down in his place at the back of the class. He looked to his right to find Scott sitting next to him. Thomas almost jumped as he noticed him.
- 'Dude, this is not your place!' Thomas whispered, trying not to get attention.
- 'Matt isn't at school today so there is no one to object.' Scott replied. Thomas rolled his eyes.
- 'Please, just let me focus on lesson?' Thomas pleaded. Math was horrible and he hated it. He had hard time to focus on it. He didn't see as Scott snuck back to his own seat but he made himself a mental note to apologize later for all that and the rest. In his defense he had horrible night, yet he did not remember what he was dreaming of. He had high time suspicion that he was better off if he didn't remember. So, with ears he tried to focus on what the teacher was talking about and his eyes were down in his notes to try figure yet another horrible Math thing out. He gave an involuntary groan and his head flopped down on his notes. Two people chuckled in classroom while teacher just looked at Thomas and frowned.
Thomas found Scott in free period studying in library, or rather bunkered down with books and discussing something with Stiles. He sat next to them, exhausted.
- 'I have no idea how you manage to deal with school AND running around in nights.' Thomas sighed.
- 'That's because we don't. Scott and I are… err… behind.' Stiles said. Thomas laughed quietly.
- 'Figures.' He shrugged and opened his Math book.
- 'You remind me of Malia.' Stiles said.
- 'How so?' Thomas frowned.
- 'She has hard time dealing with Math too.' Stiles said. Thomas laughed again. I so feel her pain.
- 'It is pain.' Thomas groaned.
- 'You can say that again.' A girl sat down between Scott and Stiles, kissing Stiles on lips. Thomas averted his gaze to his book and Scott cleared his throat. 'What? You've never kissed your girlfriend in public?' Girl spoke. Stiles looked like he was about to object to that but Scott and Thomas chuckled.
- 'You must be Malia.' Thomas spoke. She already looked annoyed for being interrupted all the time.
- 'You must be the jerk I have been hearing about.' She said and went back to diverting Stile's attention. Thomas flushed deep red and hung his head. Guess I was expecting that.
- 'It's okay Malia. He has his reasons.' Scott said. Malia ignored Scott and kept kissing Stiles.
- 'No, Scott, listen, I… I want to apologize.' Thomas sighed. That got Scott's, Stile's AND Malia's attentions. They went silent and looked at Thomas. 'I-I mean… When Allison died I just… sort of lost it. She was my best friend and my cousin so I just… I just miss her. But it was wrong of me to pull all the blame on you guys…' Scott rested his arm on Thomas' shoulder.
- 'It's okay Thomas. I blamed myself for a while too, for pulling her into this. I tried to protect her but her family… she was supposed to come part of it eventually.' Scott said.
- 'I know. …and I am sorry for calling you mutt.' Thomas flushed red yet again. Malia and Stiles snorted. Scott smiled.
- 'I'll give you that one Thomas, he acts like one sometimes.' Malia said.
- 'Alpha here, hello?' Scott rolled his eyes.
- 'What are you going to do about it? Want to take me on?' Malia growled, her eyes glowing. Stiles reacted instantly and wrapped his arms around her.
- 'Easy girl, easy. It's school library and you do NOT want to phase here.' He said to her. Scott gave one meaningful look to Malia and then turned back to Thomas.
- 'Come by my place after school. We have to talk about something. Everyone will be there.' He handed Thomas a note with his address. Thomas forgot about his Math problem for the rest of the period as he, Scott, Stiles and Malia were deep into chatting casually.
Having friends was awesome. Having supernatural friends was the best. Having supernatural friends that would be willing to help with surviving evil spirit stalker was something Thomas could not describe. He had now only learned about his problem and yet these people were his friends already and helping him. Thomas was grateful for that.
After school, he wanted to get home, get his schoolbag tossed aside, grab a bite and then go to Scott's place. He closed his school locker and turned, about to leave as he found colliding with someone. What the hell?! I NEED to stop doing that! He looked up, gasping as he found Jonathan towering over him.
- 'You okay there?' He asked. Thomas immediately flushed deep red. He had not been so up-close with Jonathan consciously. Why consciously? Because last time he was close to him was as he was trying to get away from everything and everyone, a month back first time meeting Scott. Breathe Thomas, God damn it, breathe! Jonathan chuckled and pulled Thomas up. Jonathan's eyes flashed yellow and Thomas gasped.
- 'Y-Your eyes…' Thomas muttered and Jonathan smiled.
- 'Figured you'd notice. Since you are running around with Scott's 'gang' you probably know all about supernatural world.' Jonathan chuckled.
- 'Not everything.' Thomas corrected. Jonathan chuckled again.
- 'Well, you know enough then.' Jonathan shrugged. He turned around and was leaving.
Awkwardly enough, Thomas felt something different in this posture. This slight change meant something final. Something close to 'I-see-you-have-no-interest-in-me' walking away. Thomas stood there, unable to connect the dots on what to do. He watched as Jonathan kept walking away and his own fists balled in fists.
He didn't care about the irony. He didn't care where he was standing. He didn't care about what people thought. He was in place where nightmare creatures were real and some even not that bad. People have learned to accept the unnatural occurrences around Beacon Hills every day and leaving it to the ones who can stop it. Here Thomas was still fighting over his natural feeling for guys and for this particular guy who was just walking away. Thomas, move. God damn it, move and move NOW!
Thomas took to his heels as he began running. Jonathan heard it and stopped walking and turned around. His arms already where open when Thomas slammed in him, unable to brake at the right moment but Jonathan, thanks to his werewolf reflexes caught him easily and held him tightly. Thomas' heart was racing as he looked in Jonathan's eyes, making him flushing even more red if it was possible.
- 'That's so adorable.' Jonathan chuckled and suddenly crushed his lips on Thomas' and Thomas didn't object. Willingly, he kissed Jonathan back.
