Avery's POV
I don't know how I got myself in this situation again. I'd figured after my last fight that it wouldn't happen. But people around here just still had to talk, didn't they?
Now I wasn't one to eavesdrop but when I heard Dawson's name I listened in. I mean who wouldn't?
He was my friend and Thomas here wasn't exactly known for saying good things about people.
All I needed to hear before I lifted my chair up and tossed it at him was 'Dawson' 'sister' 'all his fault' .
His story was a mess really. Thomas mentioned something about him showing up in the 10th grade but I knew Dawson started high school here like me.
He also said something about him coming from a big family but Dawson said he was an only child.
But I didn't care that he made up this stupid rumor. He was going around talking about someone I cared about. Whether or not the information was true or not didn't matter to me.
He was spreading his business around and I was not for it.
The chair hit from his abdomen upwards and I knew it'd leave a nasty bruise. But that's what I wanted.
"Obviously the message with Rosemary didn't get around well enough..." Thomas was staring at me with a burning hatred in his dull blue eyes.
"Don't talk shit or spread rumors about the people I care about. Can you not get that through your thick skull?" I point my finger at his head which I was sure was empty.
"It's not a rumor Avery." Thomas says slowly before he spits out my name as if it was acid in his mouth.
"We all know what he did. The son of a bitch killed her. Thats pretty public information."
"Most of the gossip around here is true anyways. You'd know, wouldn't you." The sickening smile on his face didn't make me feel much better but his busted lip did.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I was genuinely curious what he meant by that though.
"You're screwing King. And like four of your other roommates." That didn't bother me much. I didn't care what people had to say about me. I cared about what people said about my friends. They came first. They were more important than me. Their happiness was more important than mine.
"I heard you gave the gay one a blow job."
I ignore his comment about me and focus on what he said about Callum. Were people questioning his sexuality? Did hey know? Oh fuck fuck fuck, this was a mess.
I walk out of class but not before flipping Thomas off.
First I'd focus on crushing those rumors about Dawson and Callum and then I'd focus on my revenge towards Thomas. He'd get what he deserved eventually.
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If I'd learned one thing from the boys while living with them, it's that men get quite protective over their female friends and girlfriends. So I'd assumed the same went with family.
And that was exactly how I'd get back at Thomas.
Of course I'd never actually hurt someone who didn't deserve it. I wouldn't make anyone collateral damage.
But that didn't mean I couldn't use his families mistakes against him.
Cruel? Maybe. But I honestly didn't care. This was something I needed to do. Or he'd keep talking and things would only get out of control.
I see Thomas playing tonsil hockey with some blonde freshman in the middle of the hall and take this as my opportunity.
Marching up to them I tap the both of their shoulders a bit too harshly.
"Move along pipsqueak. The big kids need to talk." I say to her teasingly.
The short girl in clothes that I could probably fit in when I was 5 rolls her eyes but walks away without another word thankfully.
Before Thomas can spit out some sarcastic and douchey remark I drag him away by the ear.
His groans were heard the entire way to the empty classroom down the hall. And some sadistic part of me enjoyed it. But I buried that thought deep and focused on my main goal here.
My goal to shove him in a class at the end of the hall that was only ever occupied for some advanced art course which only took place early in the morning.
I shut he door and locked it. Thomas smirks seductively at me and crosses his arms over his chest.
Great. he thought we were gonna get down and dirty on a desk.
"You didn't have to play hard to get if you wanted me Avery." Thomas tries to seductively tell me.
He failed.
"Ew. No. I say I'd like to...negotiate with you. I need something from you and I have something you probably don't want to be reported to the school board."
A curious look was plastered on his face telling me he truly knew nothing about his families fucked up secrets.
"I usually wouldn't be as blunt and would even beat around the bush, but I have no moral remorse or concern for your feelings Thomas and I feel you feel exactly the same for me."
"If I'm correct, that was beating around the bush."
He was being cocky and he knew it. He knew he was pissing me off and ticking me off. He knew exactly what the fuck what he was doing.
But so did I.
"Your moms fucking a student."
He was taken aback, as expected.
Good.
"I..she wouldn't..." he says slowly still in shock. He looked to be trying his best to comprehend it and make sense of the situation.
Little did he know there was so much more for him to know.
"If you need the evidence you can just ask Jensen."
Thomas stumbles back at the sound of his best friends name.
That's right. Thomas's mom, a school supervisor, was screwing a 16 year old boy. Not to mention this underage boy was her sons best fucking friend.
Talk about crazy teen drama, am I right?
"You're lying." He tries but we can both tell he knew I wasn't. He just didn't want to accept the blatant facts.
"Lying about your best friends betrayal and your mother whoring around? I don't think I am Thomas.
Ya see, unlike you I don't thrive off of lies and gossip. I'm honest. Something you and your entire family could take notes on." I tap his shoulder in a friendly manner, like I was giving him genuine advice.
"So here's what's gonna happen. You're going to admit you lied about things you don't know jack shit about, and I'm going to keep my mouth closed and let you resolve this on your own."
His eyes scanned my face and he seemed unsure.
"And why would I do that? It's their mistake. They both fucked up and fucked me over. Why should I have to fix that?"
"Because even if you wanna act like a tough guy Thomas, those are two of the most important people in your life. And as much of a dick as you are, you care about those people. You don't want Jensen getting kicked out and losing his opportunity for not only a good education but a scholarship as well. And you don't want your mom losing her job. Cause who will provide for you and your sister then? No one Thomas."
I paused to let him process everything. "So it's up to you. What are you gonna do?"
He didn't move. He just stared blankly out the small window on the door at absolutely nothing.
Finally he looked to me, and nodded.
"Fine. Fine. Just-don't bring this up to anyone Avery, because I assure you, it'll be much worse than some rumors about your friends if you do."
I nodded smugly, like he didn't just threaten me and move out of the way for him to leave.
"Have a wonderfully fucked up day, Thomas. I wish you the absolute worst in everything you do."
I wave largely with a wide smile and wait for his stomps and scowls to completely disappear or to stop.
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So this will be the last update for a couple weeks (I think) cause I'm going to freaking California and I'm literally so excited!
And if anyone wants to leave a vote or comment that'd be pretty cool