ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 ⁿᵉʷᵗᵐᵃˢ ᵃᵘ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

Twenty Eight

The next day, Thomas refuses to talk to Newt at school, no matter how hard he tries. And Newt has shunned Mark, refusing to talk to him. Minho and Brenda don't sit with either of them, not wanting to take sides.

After school, about an hour later, Newt walks to Thomas's house. He knocks and Thomas opens the door. He sees who it is.

"Newt, how many times do I have to tell you to go away?" Thomas says.

"Tommy, you have to let me explain." Newt pleads. "I didn't kiss him, he kissed me."

"You didn't seem to be exactly complaining." Thomas says, leaning against the doorframe.

"It was a temporary lapse in judgment!" He says.

"Did you kiss him again?" Thomas asks.

"What?" Newt says.

"Did you kiss after I caught you?" He asks.

"Only once, but Tommy, it wasn't-" Newt starts.

"I don't want to hear it." Thomas says and shuts the door.

"TOMMY!" Newt cries. "YOU HAVE TO LET ME IN!"

Thomas throws the door open. "Go away. Just go away. I don't want to hear any of your bullshit."

"It isn't bullshit, Tommy." Newt says. "I swear I don't like him like that. He was just there."

"I catch you making out with some random guy and all you have to say is he was just there?" Thomas says.

"Tommy, please." Newt says.

"Why don't you just go date him instead?" Thomas says.

"I don't like him, Tommy!" Newt says. "Please!"

Thomas looks at him. "Newt, I'm sorry. I forgive you but I can't do this anymore."

Tears fall from his eyes. "Tommy, no, you can't."

"I'm sorry." He says.

"Tommy!" He says. "Please, you can't. I need you, Tommy."

"You didn't seem to need me when Mark's around." Thomas says. "So, goodbye. I'm sorry." And he shuts the door.

Newt lays in his bed, looking at the ceiling. He's numb, completely numb. Tears stain his face. Then, the door opens. Newt doesn't move.

Lizzy sits on the edge of his bed. "Newt?" He doesn't respond. "Newt, come on." She puts a hand on his leg.

"I ruined everything, Lizzy." Newt says quietly. "He hates me. He broke up with me." Fresh tears fall down his cheeks. "I fucking ruined everything."

"You can get him back." Lizzy says. "You can. He loves you. He doesn't hate you. He's mad. Really mad. But he doesn't hate you."

Lizzy gets up and leaves. Then his phone rings. He picks it up, sitting up. It's Mark.

"What the fuck do you want?" Newt says.

"Whoa, no need to be so harsh."

"Actually, yes, there is." Newt says. "You made Thomas break up with me. You ruined it."

"I'm sorry." Mark says. "But listen, I'm having a party tonight. I think you should come. Thomas won't be there."

"Fine." Newt says. "Fine, I'll come."

"Great." Mark says. "I'll see you tonight at 7. I'll text you my address."

He hangs up. Newt checks the time. It's already five. He knows this is a monumentally bad idea, but he doesn't care.

At seven, Newt arrives at Mark's house. It's huge. Mark walks out and greets him.

"Newt!" He says. "I'm so glad you came."

"Yeah," Newt says as they walk inside.

"Do you want something to drink?" Mark asks.

"Yes," Newt says, probably too quickly.

Mark hands him a beer. "Listen, Thomas doesn't deserve you. If he can't forgive you for one kiss, then he doesn't deserve you. Because you're pretty damn great."

Newt blushes. "Well, I love him. I've known him my whole life. I can't just give him up."

Mark nods. "Yeah. But maybe just for tonight."

Later, the pair of them are drunk. Newt knows it wasn't smart but he really couldn't fucking care less. He dances with Mark, letting him kiss him. He doesn't even care anymore. Not about Mark kissing him, not about Thomas seeing, not even about Thomas breaking up with him. He just doesn't care.

Newt puts his arms around Mark's neck and Mark has his around his waist. He kisses his neck. Newt puts his hands in his hair. Mark lifts his head and looks at him.

"What is it?" Newt asks.

"You want to go upstairs?" He says.

Newt thinks. He is almost positive he would regret that in the morning, that when he's sober he would realize what a horrible idea it was. But it's not the morning and he's not sober.

"Sure." He says and Mark takes his hand, pulling him up the stairs.

Mark kisses him, pushing him against the wall. Newt slides his hands under the other boys shirt. Mark moves his lips to his neck. Newt pulls away, panting.

"I may be drunk," Newt says. "Really, really drunk. But I know that this is not a good idea."

"What?" Mark says. "What isn't a good idea?"

"Don't act all high and mighty." Newt says. "You know what I mean. If Thomas ever found out, he would kill me, despite the fact that we broke up."

"He doesn't have a right to say who you're with anymore." Mark says. "He doesn't have any choice in the matter at all anymore."

"But he's still Tommy." Newt says. "He's still my best friend. He still matters."

Mark nods. "You're still in love with him."

"How could I not be?" Newt says. "Listen, I should go."

"Alright." Mark says.

"Bye, I guess." He says.

And he walks out, nearly falling down the stairs.

A/N: Um...don't kill me. Thanks for reading. Love you all. <3.