His life was falling apart. He hasn't even done his sophomore midterms yet, and he was a total wreck. Those goddamn airplanes. Thomas thought they were a blessing. Someone actually liked him, that alone should be a revaluation, but even better, Newt Issacs likes him.
But Newt is also the one now slowly killing his spotless reputation.
Thomas sat on the bathroom floor for a few minutes after Minho left, mainly trying to wipe away stray tears. He picked himself off the floor, feeling heavier than he could ever recall. Looking at himself in the mirror made him sob, the sound wracking his body. Red, tear-stained cheeks, messy brown hair, and bruised lips from harsh biting. But that wouldn't stop him. He had to talk to Newt. Now.
So he did. Thomas slammed the restroom door on his way out and marched up to where Newt always was. The library. And, as if destiny had spoken, the beautiful blond sat there, reading a book. Just looking at Newt made Thomas blush lightly. He walked up to the blond, pushing the top of the book away from Newt's face.
A pair of brown eyes met Thomas's. Newt stared at him for a moment, before pulling a signature smirk. "Tommy," he said, his smooth accent making Thomas swoon, no matter how much he didn't want to.
Newt saw. His smirk only grew.
"What brings you to me? Or is it fate?" The blond said confidently. Thomas nearly died. Newt set his book down now. They can talk that way.
Thomas waved a hand in the air as if shaking away the comment. "No. We need to talk. About earlier. About the notes. About everything, Newt." He said, acting like he knew what he'd just said.
He had no idea at this point.
But it's too late now. No going back. He looked to Newt, and his expression made the brunet giggle without thinking. Newt looked so confused. His eyebrows knitted together, his lips slightly puckered, and he was a beautiful colour pink. Nothing in the world could compare to that sight. "What notes? I mean, earlier was... fun," Newt winked, "But I don't know about any notes?" He asked. He was actually, genuinely confused.
And Thomas was flustered as hell.
It had to have been Newt... right? Who else could it have been? Newt is just pretending to be confused, Thomas persuaded himself. He didn't know if that's what he thought, or if that's just what he wanted. He just huffed.
Crossing his arms, Thomas spoke. "Well, I've been getting these little love poems, folded into airplanes, and I know it's you, no matter what you say."
Newt laughed. And then Thomas laughed because the blond looked so cute when he laughed. "Well Tommy," he was whispering, "I didn't write them, but I could if you'd like." Newt began to lean in, and now Thomas could almost feel his breath on his lips. And he could nearly feel his words. He was totally under Newt's control.
It was like he's been hypnotized by Newt's beauty, and his words, and his eyes, and his accent, and just, so completely Newt. And to be honest, he loved it.
Then he blinked. Just as his eyes closed, a pair of lips crashed into his, fitting perfectly. Needless to say, Thomas's eyes stayed shut. He felt like he was in a dream. Some kind of fantasy. But, alas, he wasn't. He was in real life, kissing Newt, with all the passion he had. And nothing had ever felt more right.
It was perfect. Better than Thomas had ever thought. Until Newt pulled away because they were both losing oxygen, but no way would Thomas pull away first. "I can confirm. That was fun." Newt said, sounding dazed and distant. Thomas only smiled.
Newt pecked his cheek once more. It probably meant nothing to him. Just something fun to do. Or maybe it did mean something. Maybe it meant everything.
And that was the problem.
The problem was, it was a world in Thomas's eyes. And it could be a galaxy or merely a star in Newts. And Newt's eyes were full of stars. Stars that together made a galaxy.
So he didn't know. Maybe Newt loved him, maybe not. Either way, the brunet could kiss him again. Hell, he could get used to it. But it would always mean everything.
"Newt..?"
"Yes, Tommy?"
"Do you really love me?"
"Of course. Why would I have done that if I didn't?"
Thomas didn't want to say why he thought. He didn't want to say that he thought he may just be a sick experiment to Newt. Some insane prank. Nothing he hasn't done before. So instead he said;
"Because I love you."
And neither of them spoke after that. Just sweet silence. But it was beautiful, especially when he ended up with Newt's arm around his waist, and his around Newt's shoulder. Damn, Newtie was tall. He seemed about 6'. Thomas was a mere 5'8. He had nothing on the blond.
"Thomas?"
The silence was broken. But he didn't say, Tommy, no, he used his full name. It must be important. "Yeah?"
"What are we now?"
"I'd say we're boyfriends."
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Teresa was pissed.
Thomas had invited her and Minho to his place after school, mainly to explain his new situation. He decided to tell them during a game of Mario Kart, one that he was losing miserably at. It seemed like a great time at the moment. Not anymore.
He said that he and Newt had kissed, and Tessa was not happy. But then he got to the boyfriends part. And she lost it. She was crying now. Mumbling, something about it not supposed to happen this way. Minho was by her side, rubbing her back, telling her it's okay, that nothing bad had happened.
Thomas didn't understand what the big deal was? He got a boyfriend, so what? Unless... Teresa had a crush on him before Newts letters? Now he just felt bad.
"Shhh... Tess, it's okay. I know, it's fine." Minho cooed, trying to calm the now hysterical girl. There was no bringing her back now. Not until she had it out of her system.
Now Thomas was crying, yelling at the top of his lungs. "I'm sorry!"
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. His throat hurt. He didn't think a kiss would mean this much. Not to someone like Teresa.
She was always so calm and collected. Thomas didn't know where that Teresa was now. She was now where this Teresa normally lies. Trapped under layers of reapplied mascara, and red lip gloss smiles. No one cared to look past that. She was beautiful, so what was there to be sad about... right?
Screaming. Crying. It hurt to hear. All his fault. Until Teresa screamed his name, biting her lip afterwards, trying to gain composure. "Th-Thomas.."
He raised his head to her. "Yeah..?"
"I'm sorry, Tom. I didn't mean to freak out like that. I-it's just, I—" a sob.
"You what?"
"Nothing." She snapped. Now angry. Her moods changed too fast to keep up sometimes. Now was one of those times. Thomas didn't want to push her at the minute, so he just nodded.
And that was that. They went on with Mario Kart, pretending as if nothing happened, though that sick twisted feeling never left Thomas's stomach.
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Chapter by @univerxseNewtmas
Hiii! This was a really early update, but I got excited and wrote a whole 1200 some word chapter in half an hour, soooo 😅 anyway! There was a lot of tea spilt this chapter, so yep.
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