The teacher was late. Thomas had been sitting in his seat for ten minutes staring blankly at his notebook and he was starting to get annoyed. Newt had remained silent the entire time but Thomas could tell he was losing his patience too. Pretty much everyone was.
He had been right about the class being one of the good ones. There was some low grumbling between the students but as of yet, there was nothing else. If it had been any other class Thomas was sure the place would be in utter chaos by now.
At that moment the door opened to reveal a rather flustered man that carried a briefcase in one hand and a stack of papers in the other. Already Thomas didn't like him. He reminded him of some kind of vermin and he promptly took that opportunity to give the new teacher a nickname. Ratman.
Ratman had short brown hair that was beginning to grey around the edges and wore an almost completely white outfit. Thomas felt a sense of déjà vu looking at him, like he'd met him previously. If he had, it had not been a pleasant experience based on how he felt.
Newt felt the same way apparently. Thomas could see the disdain in his eyes as he watched Ratman hastily open his briefcase and rummage through it. Seriously, what kind of teacher was he?
Still, there was a little too much hatred in the way Newt was glaring at him, Thomas noticed. He put it down to the fact that Newt probably didn't like people that were late, messy and very much disorganised seeing as Newt himself was pretty much the exact opposite of all three. It wasn't until he heard him mutter something under his breath that Thomas began to think otherwise.
"Ratman." The statement was barely audible but filled with so much acidity that Thomas found himself flinching at the words. Newt must have really hated Ratman.
Wait.
The realisation hit Thomas like a tonne of bricks.
Newt had called the new teacher by the exact same nickname Thomas had given him moments before and was fairly certain that he hadn't said out loud. Maybe that sense of déjà vu came from somewhere else after all.
And Newt knew about it. That was the part that Thomas was struggling to comprehend. Mainly the how and why because just like HOW and WHY would he know that. This guy was springing more and more surprises on him every five minutes. Thomas wasn't sure he was going to be able to keep up so much was happening.
All he knew, was that he needed to find out everything he could about Newt.
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"I'm telling you, I have no idea how he knew about Ratman," Thomas exclaimed, waving his hands in the air. Minho looked at him like he was insane. "And before you say it, no I did not say it without noticing."
"Okay man, I believe you." Minho said as he hopped into Thomas's jeep. His tone said otherwise though.
It was the end of the school day and Thomas had agreed, after much pestering, to drive Minho home with the girls as well. It wasn't so much that he didn't want to spend more time ranting about Newt to Minho because he most certainly did, but Thomas wasn't thrilled by the prospect of having Minho in the same vehicle as his sister's friends. Minho was a flirt and Kayla and Izzy would be all too willing subjects for his charm.
Still, there really wasn't a whole pile he could do about the situation and before Thomas knew it, he was driving them all home while Brenda stared daggers at the back of his head. She didn't like the idea of Minho flirting with her friends either and made a point of showing it to Thomas.
Brenda didn't like the idea of having any of his friends flirt with/date her own friends in general. Thomas couldn't tell if it was because she didn't want to have to put up with them talking about someone she knew like family constantly or the amount of questions she would get because she knew them like family. Either way, the situation was not pleasant for her.
It could have also been the fact that Brenda hated the idea of gaining second hand popularity from her older brother. She didn't want to ride on the tail end of his popularity like some people were quick to do. If she was going to make a mark, it was going to be her own. It was one of the reasons the two of them got along so well.
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That night, Thomas lay awake thinking about Newt. He had never said anything else after the strange remark in Calculus and had rushed off the moment the bell rang. It was the latter, that allowed for Thomas to see the small, barely noticeable limp that he had.
That in itself was strange and Thomas was tempted to bring it up the next time he saw Newt but another deeper, stronger part of him told him not to. It was a gut feeling that refused to go away and so Thomas decided to listen to. He wouldn't ask Newt about his limp, not until he knew him better anyway.
He had also felt the strong urge to find out anything he could on Newt online but again, decided against it. Thomas preferred to find out what Newt was like from Newt himself. If he was going to do this, he was going to do this right and if Newt didn't feel comfortable sharing some things so be it. He could handle a little bit of guesswork if it paid off in the end.
These questions and more floated around in Thomas's head for a long time. Who was Newt really? What was his favourite food? What was his favourite colour? What did he like to do in his free time? What made him happy? and, more importantly, how could Thomas do that too? He wanted to get to know every single thing about Newt and it was only when Thomas caught himself thinking about whether Newt was straight or not did he realise that maybe not all of his new obsession was to do with his dream. Not the one he had had earlier anyway.
That night, Thomas dreamt of a boy. A boy with perfect blonde hair and deep brown eyes and a beautiful smile. He saw a montage of the boys life, pictures and scenes flitting in and out in no particular order. None of it made much sense, just a bunch of random moments.
It was the feelings that Thomas felt as he watched that had the most impact. Friendship, loyalty, joy, grief and another more elusive one which he couldn't quite place. Whatever it was though, it set Thomas's insides on fire in the most amazing way possible. It was a feeling he wasn't sure he had ever felt before and he never wanted it to leave.
For once in his life, Thomas didn't want the dream to end and for a very simple reason at that. It made him feel alive.
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Dreams // Newtmas
Fanfiction'"Hey, wait what's your name?" Thomas called after the boy with a sinking feeling he already knew the answer. The boy turned to him one last time in annoyance. "It's Newt". Newt. Well that was just shucking brilliant. They say you've seen everyone y...
