ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 ⁿᵉʷᵗᵐᵃˢ ᵃᵘ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

Twenty Six

Newt throws open Thomas's bedroom door. Thomas turns around and sees him.

"Hey!" He says, hugging him. "What are you doing here?"

"My mom ungrounded me from you!" He says happily. 

Thomas smiles. "That's wonderful."

Newt sits in his lap, his legs facing the opposite direction. He wraps his arms around his neck and kisses him. 

"I missed you." He says, grinning. 

"I missed you too." Thomas says, putting his arms around his waist. 

Newt rests his head on Thomas's shoulder. He kisses his neck, threading his hands in his hair.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Thomas says. 

"You want me to stop?" Newt says, a smirk playing across his face.  

"I don't-I-you-" He stutters.

Newt smiles. "You're so cute."

Thomas chuckles, rolling his eyes. "I hate you."

"Oh, I know." Newt says. He moves so he's next to Thomas. He sighs. 

"You okay?" Thomas says, looking at him. 

"Fine." He says. "I'm fine."

Thomas takes his hand. Newt smiles at him. He kisses his cheek. 

"I should probably go." He says. 

Thomas sighs. "Aw."

"I'm sorry." Newt says. He kisses him quickly. "I love you. Bye." 

The next day in Math class, Newt sits in the back. He waits for class to start, drawing on the corner of his page. 

"Those are pretty good." A boy says. Not one he recognizes. 

Newt looks up from his page. "Um, thanks. Who are you?"

"Mark Sloan." He says, sitting in the seat next to him. "I'm new."

Mark has short brown hair and blue eyes. He wears a smirk but it seems like he always does. 

"Newt Isaacs." Newt says, shaking the boys hand. "So, uh, you're new this year or today?"

"This year." He says. "I missed yesterday. You haven't been here."

Newt chuckles. "That's a long story." 

Mark props his head up on his arm. "I'm a good listener."

"Oh, you want to know?" Newt asks, a grin playing on his own face now. "I don't know if I can trust you with that story just yet."

"Guess I'll just have to stick around then," Mark says.

"I guess so." Newt says. 

The teacher clears her throat and Newt turns away from Mark. 

At lunch, Mark joins Thomas, Brenda, Newt, and Minho at their table.

"Who are you?" Thomas asks. 

"Mark Sloan." He says. "I'm in Newt's math class." He winks at Newt. 

Thomas scoffs. "Okay, wow."

"Tommy, be nice." Newt says. "Mark, this is Thomas, Brenda and Minho." He points to each of them. 

Mark smiles, shaking each of their hands. Thomas looks at him suspiciously. 

"What's your deal?" Mark asks Thomas. 

"Nothing." Thomas says. "It's great to meet you."

Mark grins. "Right. Well, I'll go. Talk to you later?" He says to Newt.

"Oh, I-I guess so." He says.

Mark nods and walks away. 

"Okay, um, who was that?" Brenda says, turning to Newt. "Because damn."

Newt laughs. "He's new, I guess."

"He's quite forward." Minho says. "Seems like the type who gets whoever he wants."

Newt shrugs. "He seems nice enough."

Mark now sits with a girl with long brown hair and a boy with thick, black hair. Newt watches him. 

"You like him?" Minho asks.

"What?" Newt says, turning to Minho.

"Do you like him?" Minho asks. 

"What?" He says again. "No! I'm dating Thomas, Minho."

"Not like that." Minho says. "Although, now I think you do."

Newt groans, putting his head in his arms. "I truly hate you."

Thomas puts a hand on his back. "I don't like him."

"Of course you don't." Brenda says. 

"What's that supposed to mean?" Thomas asks. 

"He was obviously flirting with Newt." Brenda says. "How could you not tell?"

"He was?" Newt says, lifting his head. 

"He was?" Thomas says. 

"You guys are so oblivious." Brenda says. "He's kind of hot, though." She says, as if contemplating it. "I think you should fuck him."

"Jesus, Bren!" Newt says. 

"Just saying my opinion." Brenda says. "I'll do it if you won't."

"Okay, that's it." Newt says. "I'm out."

Thomas laughs. "No, stay."

"Fine, but only for you." He says. "I'm ignoring her."

Brenda laughs too. Minho nods. "Fair enough." He turns to Brenda. "But you're not supposed to ship him with anyone else."

"I don't." She says. "I was just saying. He should."

Newt rolls his eyes. "Yeah, I'm good."

Thomas chuckles. "You guys are insane."

"We know." Brenda says. "That's why you love us."

"No." Newt says. "I absolutely hate you."

A/N: Okay, so, I kind of had to with the name. But um. Yeah. Thanks for reading. Love you all. <3. 

My mom told me not to kill anyone in this book, so no more aortic dissections or car crashes or subdural hematomas. Yeah.