As I lay in my bed, still crying my eyes out since I got home from school, I still can't come to the realization of what Erika has done. What if the situation were the other way around, wouldn't Erika be just as upset as I was? I stand up from the bed and cross the room to the window. I lift the curtain and peer outside, seeing a familiar sight. The same rusty streetlights giving an eerie glow on the abandoned cars on the street below. I peer into the window, trying to get a closer look. I squint, and the picture becomes clearer. Thomas is standing by his window, he's shirtless and appears to be staring into a mirror. I stare blankly, I've never seen him shirtless before, and it takes me by surprise. I must've been staring for over 2 minutes when I catch myself. I back away from the window, but continue to look at Thomas. I hear my phone vibrate, and I reach over on the desk to pick it up. (Text from Erika: look, I know you're ignoring me, but I want to say I'm really sorry.) that's probably the fiftieth message she sent me since I've arrived home from school, apparently me ignoring her isn't getting the point across. When I return my attention to the window, I see Thomas looking straight at me, returning my gaze. My heart leaps at the sight of Thomas's big brown eyes staring back at me. I see a smile come across his face, and he moves away from the window. Great, another stalker moment. Next time I should've just grabbed a pair of binoculars. I was about to return to the bed when I see Thomas reappear in the window. He looks like he's holding pieces of paper, and it seems there's something written on them. He holds one up, revealing the words he had written. The three papers altogether read, "WHAT'S YOUR NUMBER?" In big black letters. I smile at the thought, but then the realization of the moment occurred to me, making me angry. So he asked Erika out, and now he's asking for my number? How can one guy be such an asshole? He looks at me, and sees that I put my head down, knowing that I am trying to think of what to do. I pick my head back up and see Thomas is giving a puppy dog face, and mouthing the word "please" over and over again. I laugh, and he smiles, knowing that I gave into his cute puppy dog face. Even then, I was still mad, but I could always just see what he wants to say then be done with it. I write my number on a piece of paper, just as he did, and put it up to the window. He leaves the window, and 2 minutes later I receive a text. ***Text Conversation: (Thomas:) are you ready to listen to me now? (Me:) I don't know, I don't even know if I'm ready to hear this (Thomas:) just listen to what I have to say, and if you don't like it, you never have to hear from me again (Me:) okay, but make it quick, I'm really tired (Thomas:) can I just call you then? *** He calls me, and as soon as I pick up the phone my heart flutters. I don't even know why I'm doing this, but I'm too tired to care. I guess I'm just ready for some answers. He starts off explaining about why he went to prom with Isabella, which was mainly because her "rich daddy" said he would pay him, which he needed the money if he wanted to go to Harvard. He said that he was just looking out for his future, and that doing that was best if he wanted to have one. But he still never explained any of this to her, he just left her alone. As she lay in her bed, listening to Thomas's voice, she knows one thing for sure, this will still change nothing. Thomas didn't have feelings for Isabella anymore, he had feelings for Erika, which just ruined her and her best friends relationship. It all came down to one detail, which she realized right before she fell asleep, Thomas is going to date Erika, and there is nothing she could do to stop it.
