Chapter 102.

Blair’s POV

I finally arrived at Thomas’s place and I hummed happily as I walked to his doorstep. I pushed open the door to Thomas's place but the door was already cracked open. I found it weird but then I brushed it off and stepped inside, expecting his usual spotless apartment. My jaw practically hit the floor. The place was a disaster zone.

I was so shocked that his whole sitting room was disorganized. Thomas was a neat freak and he would never leave his place that way. His clothes were everywhere like colorful confetti after a party gone wrong. Dirty dishes piled high on the coffee table threatened to topple over. Papers and magazines were all over the floor. It wasn't just messy, it was like a hurricane had swept through.

My happy tune died in my throat. This wasn't Thomas.

“Something was seriously wrong. Was he sick? Did something happen?” I thought to myself.

I knew Thomas was a neat freak and that a big part of what drew me to him in the first place. Opposites attract, you kn