*Thomas' POV*
So I was in the cafe at college. I hadn't spoken to (Y/N) since she saw me with Sally. I wanted to, god knows I wanted to but... she probably didn't want anything to do with me...
"Thomas, Thomas! There you are." James slipped into the seat beside me while I continued staring down at my coffee.
"C'mon Jefferson. You're not normally this mopey after a girl leaves you."
"Thanks for the pep talk Madison." I grumbled.
"You know what I mean." He rolled his eyes. I knew what he meant - but he didn't know how much I was actually hurting.
Like, it physically hurt.
Anyway, my head snapped up upon hearing a set of familiar voices. The entire Rev Set walked in and over to the stage in the corner of the cafe. I'm guessing it was their turn to perform today.
Each week, a student band or single singer could perform. Most of the music department had a rota that they stuck to.
My eyes never left (Y/N) for one simple reason.
She was wearing my hoodie.
Did that mean..?
Before I could move to find out, the group had begun performing; the boy's on their respective instruments (or in Aaron's case, stood to the side, glaring at me.) while the girls sang - (Y/N) taking the main vocals with the Schuyler's in the background.
"You'd probably think I was psychotic (if you knew)
What I still got in my closet (sad but true)
Slip it on over my shoulders
Something I'll never get over
It makes me feel a little bit closer to you
I can't keep your love
I can't keep your kiss
Gave you everything and all I got was this
I'm still rocking your hoodie
And chewing on the strings
It makes me think about you
So I wear it when I sleep
I kept the broken zipper
And cigarette burns
Still rocking your hoodie
Baby, even though it hurts
Still rocking your."
Never mind. She's pissed at me.
Still, my eyes never left her once.
She could've been mine, but my sisters fucked it up.
"I used to put my hand in your pockets (holding on)
The smell of your cologne is still on it (but you're still gone)
Slip it on over my shoulders
Someone I'll never get over
Makes me feel a little bit closer to you
I can't keep your love
I can't keep your kiss
Gave you everything and all I got was this
I'm still rocking your hoodie
And chewing on the strings
It makes me think about you
So I wear it when I sleep
I kept the broken zipper
And cigarette burns
Still rocking your hoodie
Baby, even though it hurts
Still rocking your hoodie
And chewing on the strings
It makes me think about you
So I wear it when I sleep
I kept the broken zipper
And cigarette burns
Still rocking your hoodie
Baby, even though it hurts
Still rocking your,"
She was treating it like she did when we were semi-together. Smelling it, fiddling with the zip that was stuck halfway up on one side, twirling the strings.
It's almost like mentally, we were together.
Finally, (Y/N) locked eyes with me and walked over, mic still in hand.
"If you want it back
If you want it back
I'm here waiting
Come take it back
Come take it back
If you want it back
If you want it back
I'm here waiting
Come take it back
Come take it back."
We were inches apart, she'd slipped her hand to the back of her neck and I felt my breath hitch. All these mixed messages in only two and a half minutes was being to make my head hurt more.
Just as I was sure she was about to kiss me, she smirked and pushed me away. It wasn't a hard shove but I was too exhausted and upset to care and nearly fell back into James.
"I'm still rocking your hoodie
And chewing on the strings
It makes me think about you
So I wear it when I sleep
I kept the broken zipper
And cigarette burns
Still rocking your hoodie
Baby, even though it hurts
I'm still rocking your hoodie
And chewing on the strings
It makes me think about you
So I wear it when I sleep
I kept the broken zipper
And cigarette burns
Still rocking your hoodie
Baby, even though it hurts
I'm still rocking your hoodie
And chewing on the strings
It makes me think about you
So I wear it when I sleep
I kept the broken zipper
And cigarette burns
Still rocking your hoodie
Baby, even though it hurts
I'm still rocking your hoodie."
Before the applause could even begin, I snatched my bag and left the room, vigorously rubbing my eyes to prevent the tears.
I fucked up.
I lost her.
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Snapped. (Thomas Jefferson X Reader)
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