T. B. Sangster Imagines [REQUESTS CLOSED]

Newt (AU)- I wish I was her... pt. 2

Besides, he knew he was never good enough for her. Or so, he thought

Y/N realized how unusually close Newt was beside her. So close that the back of their hands were brushing together. Newt found it out soon enough and let it be like that for some unknown reason.

The H/C haired girl immediately entwined her own hands together on her back just as she could feel the back of their fingers touching. She shouldn't give in. She wouldn't do such a thing to hurt anyone or get in between them. It would've been worse than it already is.

She didn't want to talk, but Newt thought otherwise. "So, ehmm, Ms. Shirley informed me I was flunking her class." He started. Which was true, he's been getting lower scores on her tests.

"Did she now?" Y/N replied with a hum, without looking at him.

Newt nodded, "She suggested I should have a tutoring session with some of her best students." He was referring to her, to be exact.

Y/N was beginning to think he was making her jealous. Seeing as Heather was the top of the class, she thought he was referring to Heather and not her. But who was she to make a big deal out of it?

"All right then. I'll be sure to inform Heather about your session later on." She glanced over him with a smile that he knew it wasn't a genuine one.

"I was.." Newt was about to tell Y/N he wanted her to tutor him instead. But he figured she would be busy, "Thanks."

Soon, they've arrived at their homes. "All right," Y/N exhaled as she faced him, "See you later."

"Yeah." Newt chuckled, until he got lost in her E/C eyes that the both of them ended up staring at each other's orbs.

Brenda waited for them so her and Y/N could come inside now. She looked at them, back and forth, with such confusion. More specifically, she was more confused about Newt. I thought he didn't feel the same? She internally questioned.

"Uhm, Bye." Brenda chimed in. They both of them blinked and avoided each other's gaze.

"R-Right, bye." Newt waved at both girls before walking towards his home.

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As soon as Y/N received her parents' permission to go to the movies with her friends, she went over to her room and waited for the clock to strike 4:00.

It was now 2:55 pm and she decided to write a reviewer for her test on Monday to study. Now, she knew she would still have time for those on the weekend, but she didn't want to hustle herself the next day.

Y/N quietly listened to the music through her earbuds, reading one highlighted sentence at a time and then writing it on index cards.

While doing so, she wondered why she agreed to come together at Heather's. She doesn't even do makeup, not even a lip balm. She just throws in her clothes and she done. Her hair? She would only brush it and/or put her hair up in a ponytail.

She finished just in time for her to get herself cleaned and leave. So she took a shower, picked her clothes that she would settle in for tonight and got dressed.