Skinny Love - Newtmas

Chapter Three

Thomas sits with his legs crossed and resting on the chair beside him. He turns a page of his book and his eyes scan the words. My heart is pounding and I slowly walk over to the table.

"Hey Newt," Thomas says without looking up, a small smile spreading across his face.

"Uh...hey Thomas," I say quietly, clutching my books so hard my knuckles start to turn white. Why does he make me so nervous?

Thomas turns another page then sets down his book, swings his legs to the ground and looks up at me, this time full smiling. "I was hoping to see you here," he says. My heart skips a beat as I stare at him with wide eyes.

"Hey you okay? You look sick or something," Thomas asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

Oh god, how do I always manage to embarrass myself?! Ugh! "Oh uh, no! I'm just...shocked to see you is all."

"Oh...in a bad way?" He asks, actually sounding a little bit hurt.

"No no! It's just that, I'm used to nobody talking really to me," I look to my shoes, I don't know why I always make a conversation awkward.

"I want to talk to you. Here come sit," Thomas gestures to the seat next to him.

I nod and walk to sit beside him. Setting my notes on the table I smile sheepishly.

"So uh...is that my book?"

"Yeah actually, when you fell yesterday I found it on the floor when I left so I picked it up. Hope you don't mind," he smiles, examining the book.

"That's fine! I hope you like it."

"Thanks. When I'm done you can have it back if you want."

"Okay," I smile, again I realize that we're sitting here, having an actual conversation like normal people. No ohs or ums or likes, just a normal conversation with a normal guy.

"So just got out of class huh?" Thomas asks, grabbing my notes and flipping through them.

"Yeah, I always come here after to study my notes," I say, my palms are getting sweaty so I casually wipe them off on my pants.

"God you're really smart," Thomas says, "I'm failing this class," he chuckles and hands my back my book.

"I guess it just comes easy to me...but if you need some help...maybe we could study a little together sometime?"

"I'd like that...would right now be good?" He laughs lightly and tilts his head, looking at me and smiles.

I swear I can hear my own heart beating, I nod as a million thoughts run through my head. I've never even had a normal conversation with anyone, now I'm actually hanging out with someone? Especially someone older than me and someone as sweet and funny as Thomas? I never dreamed in a million years that this would happen.

"So do you wanna study here...or we can go to my dorm? You can meet my roommate Minho, he's cool. You'll like him." Thomas smiles.

"Oh-okay," I stutter. This is actually happening, I'm going to Thomas's dorm, cute, funny, sweet, Thomas's dorm. My stomach is doing flips and I feel like my heart might just beat out of my chest.

"Let's go." Thomas grabs my arm and pulls me up.

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Thomas opens the door, and gestures for me to enter. Nodding I slowly enter the room. A guy who I suspect is Thomas's roommate sits on his bed pounding his thumbs on a controller for some gaming device. "C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon! Oh dammit!" He shouts before turning around when Thomas shuts the door. "Oh hey Thomas, so this is Newt huh?"

My heart skips a beat and I turn to Thomas, his cheeks turn a light pink color as he looks over at me and smiles nervously. "Uh yeah...Newt this is Minho." He gesture to the boy sitting on his bed.

"Nice to meet ya Newtie, welcome to our little crap den of a home," he laughs and turns back to his game.

"Ignore him," Thomas whispers in my ear, sending endless shivers across my skin. "Mmhmm." I nod.

Thomas walks over to his bed and plops down, the foot of his bed is pressed up against his desk, he leans over and grabs some books for the top of the desk. "You can sit wherever you want Newt," he says, flipping open a textbook.

"Okay," I say quietly, holding my books tightly as I slowly make my way across the room. Fearful of sitting on his bed with him, I pull out his desk chair and sit down.

"Aww fuck man!" Minho shouts from behind us, Thomas only rolls his eyes while I bite my lip not to laugh. "I lost," Minho grumbles and turns to us. "So what're you guys doing anyways?"

"Studying," Thomas and I say at the same time.

"That's cool, but Thomas, I told you I could help you with that! I'm acing that class man!" Minho says, chuckling and shaking his head.

"Oh...I uh...well you see," Thomas groans at his loss for words. I feel my cheeks heating up as Thomas speaks...did Thomas want me to help him instead of Minho?

"Okay okay whatever dude. Calm down," Minho laughs. "I'm gunna go grab something to eat, you two want anything?"

"I'm okay," I say quietly.

"We're fine," Thomas states then looks back down to his textbooks. His cheeks are bright red and I'm sure mine are too.

"Okay. Suit yourselves," Minho says, swinging his legs off his bed and onto the floor. "See you later. It was nice meetin' ya Newtie," he says and he opens the door.

"You too!" I call out, and then he's gone.

Thomas groans and lays flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, "I'm sorry about him," he mumbles.

"He seemed nice. I liked him," I say, watching his eyes flick back and forth across the ceiling.

"He is I guess, he can just get annoying," Thomas sits up and smiles sheepishly.

"Okay, where should we start?" I ask, opening up my notes.

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