Thomas POV

I'm an idiot. I was so angry at myself that I saw that I didn't even realize that I could have hurt him. And if....he feels bad? And if he hates me? I don't want him to see me, like a distant boy. And for what I said in class. He must find me really weird.

I get up from the couch and head for James' door. I knock on the door. He doesn't answer me. Why? I knock on the door again, louder this time. He still doesn't answer me. He's going bad? Or does he hate me for what I did? I open the door and look at James reading a book. I sigh with relief. James looks at me with a raised eyebrow. I blush while looking at his curious area.

"Ca...can I go in?" I ask shyly. He nods. I go in and put myself in front of him.

"I'm sorry I didn't answer you today."

"It doesn't matter, I'm used to it," He says without emotion, still looking at the pages of his book. This sentence makes me feel guilty. "I'm used to it."

"Mmmh ... about what I said in class eh ..." He lifted his head to look at me. Thomas you can do it. Thomas you can do it. Thomas you can do it. Thomas you have to do it.

"I thought so." He nods before putting his face back into his book. I sigh, get out of his room and close the door.

He really has no feelings for me. I have to turn the page and forget him.

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