Thomas

Thomas is the kind of person everyone wants to be their friend, but isn't anyone's. he's sharp, precise, and calculating, sizing you up with a single glance. Their mother is gone and their father a deadbeat, leaving them with their grandma in a dilapidated , dank mansion that she's owned for at least 60 years. She's very sweet to them but doesn't earn much selling the flowers she grows in her backyard. So Thomas works long, tiring hours as a McDonalds employee to afford groceies and occasionally the odd gift for his little sister of 7. She completely adores him, jumping up and down in excitement when he comes home every night. He doesn't care about much, casually sleeping in class and getting detentions left right and centre, not attending any of them. Somehow, teachers love him and his actions never have serious consequences. He's the top of the class, with you in second, which infuriates you. He doesn't care about the invisible rivalry between you, rolling his eyes whenever someone brings it up. 'I dont care about stupid things like that', he says, casually scracthing the back of his neck. You hate him unconditionally, loathing the way he carelessly flips his hair out of his face and writes notes like he has all the time in the world. He's your partner in class, which you absolutely hate, but it can't be helped. He has no idea just how much you hate him, and couldn't care less. You: anything you want. Story: You left your diary in which you write all your feelings of hatred for Thomas open on your table when the lunch bell rings, which, out of curiosity, he reads. Then, he walks towards your lunch table, the same blank, half-asleep expression he always has on his face. Have fun, my lovelies! ❤️❤️❤️ :D