T.W - homophobia and bullying
"Shit, shit, shit, shit," Minho repeated over and over, throwing the blunt over his shoulder. He shuffled a bit, throwing Athe off his leg before grabbing Thomas's bag. Thomas shoved the box with all of his supplies in opening. Athe sprayed her perfume around them, trying to mask the smell. That only made the spell worse, like dead flowers and marijuana. Trying to help, Newt grabbed the old cigarettes and threw them, promising to clean them up after Ratman left. They were all whisper-arguing over who would talk to him, ultimately decided on Teresa because the staff loves her.
Teresa Agnes was their model student, even though she didn't look like it. Being masked by the dark clothing and the scent of cigarettes, Teresa was their top "Glader". Her grades overtopped Thomas's last year, making her the staff favorite. She was on many committees and leadership groups for the school. She told them it was to get out of most trouble they got in. She was the security blanket.
Thomas used to be the one to do this but he got into a huge fight with Gally one day about Thomas's little brother, Chuck, and left him with a broken nose and his arm bent behind his head, stuck there. After that, he went downhill. Thomas explained how he has been suspended at least 5 times last year. He said it would have been more if Teresa didn't get him out of it. She allowed him to dodge being expelled.
Teresa put on her best smile and drenched herself in drugstore perfume. She fixed her makeup by smudging the black eyeliner that came down her face upwards. Newt wouldn't say she looked the greatest, but if it could get them out of trouble; go for it.
She walked up to Ratman with a skip in her step. "Hello Assistant Director Janson, what can I help you with?" Teresa said, her voice raised a bit to give affect. 'Was this girl a bloody actress?' Newt thought while watching her. "Ah, Miss. Agnes; How great it is to see you with these.." He trailed of while looking at the group. Minho raised his hand and waved, giving Ratman a gigantic smile.
"Yes, isn't it great. We were cleaning up the bleachers in act to service the school and help the wildlife in the community. We were just taking a quick hydration break before you showed up," She said, her hands laced together behind her back. "Very well, can't have to much community service. Bring back the garbage once you're finished, we need a community service project to show to the district. Thank you, Miss. Agnes," Ratman said, his lips curled into a weird smile. He left before Teresa could respond.
Turning on her heels, she headed back to their group. "The guy give me the creeps," she said as she reached them. "Yeah, I don't know what he would do if we weren't here," Thomas said, looking at the place Ratman stood. "He'd probably put 'Miss Agnes' in a duffle bag and crawl back to his cave," Minho continued making fun of Ratman.
Newt stood there and tried not be awkward. This group was out of control, and he loved it. He still didnt know if he could consider any of them friends, but they were nice to him. Something people havent done in a long time.
He didnt know if he could trust them or not, so he didn't slip anything to serious. Just that he had moved from England and he was sixteen. The bell rang and they all split ways. Minho had sprayed all the guys with cologne, saying something along the lines of: 'Don't want anyone thinking you hooked up with Teresa.'
Although Newt had a great time with them, he knew he didnt belong with them. He was to out of his element to hang out with them. He knew his place, and would rather stick to that then have history repeat itself.
***
"Hey Newt!" the boy yelled at the fifteen year old. "Yeah James? What's up," Newt said, confused. This kid hasn't spoken to him since year eight, what could he possibly want. Even though James was sixteen, he was still in Newt's year because he was held back. Newt hasn't talked to anyone except Harriet and his mom since Lizzy passed away three months ago. "You want to hang out with the lads and I? We're thinking about going to the lake, if you want to come," James said to him. Newt wondered why they were going to the lake in the middle of autumn, but he agreed anyways. He remembered his mother crying one night over the phone, saying she was worried out her son because he doesn't do anything anymore. He wanted to make her proud.
It was chilly and the wind had kicked up as Newt left the house. He didnt bother to ask his mother about the lake because he didnt want the guys making fun of him for asking his mom. The lake was glowing in the moonlight and the ripples had slowed down. The guys weren't there yet, so Newt waited by the lake. A snapping sound reached his ear and he turned to see James. The other guys weren't with him. "Hey James, uh where are the others?" Newt said, his voice cracked a bit. "Oh they aren't coming, never were," he replied. Why did he lie about the other guys if it was only going to be him. "Okay," Newt said. He sat back down at the water, looking out at the edge. The ground next to him sank a bit with James weight.
"So, why are we here?" Newt said, looking at the ebony-haired teen. "Do you like anyone?" James asked. Newt looked at him either wide eyes. Why would he ask him that? "No," Newt said, bringing his hands together. "Not one girl at our school, not one?" "No, not any girls," "So there's a guy?" James pushed. Newt didnt say anything, not wanting to admit this personal information to this random kid. "Oh my god, you're a fag!" James yelled and he repeated the scentence. Newt heard the bushes around them rustle. Three guys emerged out of the depths, coming right for him.
The boys were definitely older than him, around seventeen. One had blonde hair and a chubby face. The others were twins, both having red hair and snarling faces. The blonde one pushed Newt into the water, throwing slurs at him. Newt screamed and kicked as the twins pulled him out, throwing him into the sand. James pulled out a pocket knife...'
He stopped in his tracks as the memory intruted his subconscious. He didnt want to cry at school so he pulled out his headphones and shuffled the music in attempt to drown his thoughts with rhythmic noise.
"You can't stand in my doorway for long. It's eleven o'clock, he's expecting you home."
He walked into the hallway, a tear slipped unexpectedly. His limp was very noticeable, considering that he was cramped up in one spot for forty-five minutes. Little did he know, a certain brunette looked back at him, watching the boy push the tear back into his eyes. Curiosity running through his thoughts.
a/n
james can fucking choke and die, i would not care. who agrees? i am 100% shitting out content at this point. look at me, four chapters in 2 days, who am i. anyway, you are now seeing more into newt's past. you will have our boy thomas real soon, don't worry.
much love!
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