I look into her eyes and try to feel something. Yet,all I kept imagining was Thomas. The girl who sat before me was thin and tall,with spidery long legs. Her hair was blonde like mine and her eyes were sea green. By looking into her eyes I could so easily tell that she didn't want to be here either.

"I'm Zoe Roberts," she whispers "And I know you hate this too. But we don't have a choice. I loved someone and they took her away from me before I even had the chance to tell her. I never told Sonya how I felt. I wanted to open up to you and tell you that because I hate lying. I hate lying,our parents are liars- they lie to us and they lie to themselves. Lying to the people you're meant to love most in the word,it isn't right is it?"

I gulp and shake my head "I'm sorry about Sonya."

"Thanks. I miss her, I loved her." She moves to sit next to me "Things like that tell me that the next time I feel love for someone,I'm going to tell them. Right away. I think you should do the same."

At that moment Thomas walks through the door. My heart leaps as he clears his throat,saying nothing as he places two glasses of expensive wine on the table and leaves-not been looking at me as he closes the door behind him.

"It's him isn't it?" Zoe questions with a slight smile on his face "He's the one. Isn't he?"

"No," I lie "Why would you think that?"

"I know that look and I'm going to promise you something right here,right now... We can pretend to be in love but I will help you manage a relationship with that boy. I'm not letting love go to waste,not again."

I shake my head as I speak in a whisper "He doesn't even know I like him. He never will either. You understand?"

"Don't hide what you feel. I sound like an idiot but it's true. If you want to spend the rest of your life miserable then fine,let your mother win." She kisses my cheek and walks out the door as they slam shut behind her. I wince at the sound as I sit in silence for what seems like days. She was right. I needed to find Thomas.

I make my way around the house as I find my mother "I need to go out." I tell her "I have to go shopping."

"Why?" She questions "Did Thomas not get you everything you needed!?"

"He did. I just thought.. Um.. I just thought I should get Zoey a gift. I really.. really like her."

"Good. I'll call Thomas straight away. Go wait for him in the car."

I feel relief flood through every part of me as I sprint to the car,sitting down with a ridiculous smile on my face that just won't go away. The smile increases as I see Thomas walking to me. I get out the car before he can even get in.

"We going shopping Newt?" He asks,fiddling with the car keys.

"I just said that because I wanted to talk to you. May we talk? Please."

"Of course."

He takes me to his room in our house. It was normal sized,a queen sized  bed in the middle,most of the furniture Oak,there were a few photos and many books. I sigh and look around. It was to me,the most interesting place I'd ever seen. I was scared at first I must admit,but my fear subsides in the moment I realize Thomas is all show and tell. He's got everything I could ever imagine and he can put them all in context because he cares so deeply about everything he has. I smile at that thought and I sit myself down on the bed.

"Want to tell me what's wrong Newt?" He asks as he sits beside me.

"I feel I'm standing in the middle of a crowded room,screaming at the top of my lungs and no one even looks up. You think I'm stupid Thomas,I know I have everything."

"You have a rich family and a good house Newt. But happiness.. Money can't buy that. So don't for a second act like you aren't worthy of being upset. You must loose your mind in this place."

"Yes. Yes you're right. My new wife hates it just as much as I do. That's why I'm going to run away,as soon as I can plan where I'm going to go. Heck-anywhere is better than here."

"I'll miss you when you do."

"You don't have to. Come with me."

His eyes widen "What!?"

"You hear me. Come."

"Newt-I have family. I can't just leave them,I'm sorry."

I sigh and look down "I was stupid to ask."

"You weren't stupid,I've never thought you were stupid."

I chuckle and shake my head "Why are you being so nice to me Thomas?"

"I can be nice,sometimes. You're not your mother,Newt. You don't have to be anything to do with her."

"Yeah..." I mumble as he hands me the book we discussed yesterday "Here,I thought maybe you'd want to read a few pages."

"Thank you." I run my fingers across the worn spine. The pages still had that fresh,crisp book smell which I adored "Thomas,why did you buy this book?"

"I bought it two years ago. Because I was just like you."

"Me?" I stutter "Thomas what are you implying?"

"You know what I'm implying," he says calmly "Let's go out after all." He takes the book from my hands and places it back on the bookshelf. I nod and walk to the car with him as he begins to drive off. I had no idea where we were going but I trusted him. In that moment I realised I had never trusted anyone before apart from my father. Trust is a funny thing- because no one actually trusts anyone. But trust is the fruit of a relationship in which you know you are loved.

We pull up a few minutes later at a river. There was just a bench before it which we sat on. I sat in silence to admire the beauty of the view as my head turns to Thomas. He laughs as he sees me watching "You okay Newt?"

"It's beautiful here."

"It's beautiful everywhere. I thought you'd like it here and whenever you feel bad,or you want to talk- promise me you'll come to this exact spot. Promise me?"

"Thomas, it's not up to you to save me."

"You're right. Only you can do that. You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you. There's nothing you could ever do to make me hate you,you know that right?"

"I know," I smile. I wanted to freeze this moment and live in it forever. I plucked up some courage and squeezed his hand as a kind gesture,but I let my eyes show him I wanted more.

Thomas stays silent as his fingers entwine in mine and my head rests on his shoulder "Please don't go anywhere," I whisper as his thumb strokes across my knuckles.

"I won't."

New update later on today. Hope you are enjoying! Add to your libraries!!