no regrets | harriet - tmr

chapter thirty-five

"No. There has to be another way."

Thomas shook his head firmly, pacing back and forth in the room that they were in, whilst the rest of the group (consisting of Bea, Newt, Fry, Gally, Brenda and Jorge) watched him aggravatingly. He ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the ends in a frustrated manner.

It had been a week since Gally had shown Newt and Thomas 'The City' and since then they had begun devising a plan to help get everyone back. They had one - a pretty good one if Bea admitted it herself - but there was just one person who wasn't cooperating as much as the rest. Thomas.

"Like what?" Gally said, letting out an exasperatedly sigh. "You've seen the building. She is our only way in."

She being Teresa. Bea hated that girl being a part of the plan as much as the next person but she wanted to rescue Minho way more than that. She was willing to cooperate - unlike her brother.

"You really think she's going to help us?" Thomas chided.

Gally scoffed while Bea simultaneously snorted. "I don't exactly plan on asking for her permission," the boy said dryly, locking eyes with Bea.

"Am I missing something here," Brenda added, placing her head in her hands, "This is the same girl who betrayed us. Correct? Same Dick."

"I like her," Gally chuckled, jabbing this thumb to the right.

"Tom," Bea said, getting her brother's attention, "You want to get Minho back, right?"

"Yes," her brother answered instantly.

"No matter the cost?"

"Yes."

"Well we have the fucking plan to do so. So for the love of god, get your head out of you arse and cooperate with us, you twat," she ranted, narrowing her eyes at her brother who was beginning to get on her nerves.

"I like her too," Gally scoffed, to which Bea shot him a gleeful fun grin.

"What's going on?" Brenda asked Thomas softly

The brunette boy licked his lips, not responding. Bea's eyes trailed across the table they were huddled around, to Newt who was clenching his fist. She had noticed he had been doing it a lot lately;they had to get the serum soon otherwise his condition was going to get a lot worse.

"What. You're afraid your little girlfriend's gonna get hurt, hm?"

Everyone's eyes flashed to Newt who has surprisingly spoken up. Although, Bea was the least surprised. She just hoped he wouldn't say something that he would eventually forget.

Newt's eyes flickered in between the table and Thomas before he continued talking. "This has obviously never just been about rescuing Minho, has it?"

Bea desperately wished she was sitting next to Newt so she could kick his leg and tell him to stop speaking.

"What-what are you talking about?" Thomas breathed out in confusion.

"Teresa. She's the reason," Newt argued, standing up from his seat, "She's the only reason why WCKD have Minho in the first place. And now we finally have an opportunity to get him back and-and you don't want to because-because of her?"

Bea winced at the hurt in Newt's voice as the blonde boy became increasingly closer with Thomas. So close that their bodies were almost touching. Fry and Jorge exchanged confused and concerned looks as the group watched their argument grow.

"Because deep down inside, you still care about her. Just admit it," Newt scoffed. From her position, Bea could see Newt's eyes clouding with darkness - a symptom she knew that was from The Flare.

"Newt I-"

"Don't lie to me!" Newt snapped, grabbing Thomas by his forearms and shoving him against the wall. Brenda flinched in shock, her hand flying to her mouth. Bea's eyes trailed to the side to lock with Gally's. He raised an eyebrow to which she just shrugged her shoulders.

"Don't. Lie. To. Me," Newt repeated, his voice low and breathy, his nose merely brushing the tip of Thomas'.

But it was then like a switch was flipped inside Newt's head. His posture changed as he leaned back. His grip softened on Thomas' arm before letting go. "Sorry."

He turned around to face the group with doleful eyes, "I'm sorry." Briskly, he walked out of the room, leaving everyone in shock at his outburst.

The room was still as everybody collected their thought. However, Bea felt guilty. She knew the reason for his outburst and the others - his best friends - didn't.

"What was that all about?" Fry murmured in awe. The rest shrugged, exchanging confused looks until Thomas locked eyes with Bea.

Shit.

She looked away, trying to cover the expression on her face but it was too late.

"Bea-"

"You know," the brunette girl cut him off, "I kind of need the-um...toilet so I'm going to go." Quickly, she stood up from her chair, hurriedly making her way around the table. But, Thomas was still too quick.

Grabbing her by the arms, she was forced to stop. "Bea," he warned, narrowing his eyes.

"Yea-Yeah?"

"You-You know. About what was going on," he stammered slightly, "I can see it in your eyes." Bea licked her lips, glancing nervously around the room. Sighing, she shrugged out of Thomas' grasp.

She swallowed a lump in her throat, playing with the loose threads on the end of her sleep. She knew they would find out at some point.

"Newt has The Flare."

Silence. Not one sound. Yes, there is the cliché 'you could hear a pin drop', but it was so silent Bea was almost certain that the others could hear how fast and hard her heart was beating.

"What?" Thomas questioned lowly. He gained no response from Bea who just stared anxiously back at him. "And-And you didn't think to tell us," he shouted, outraged.

"Tom-" she pleaded.

"Save it," he snapped, barging past her and out of the room, leaving her with glossy eyes and being the centre of attention.

authors note:

this chapter is so fucking short. like barely 1k words. but you guys deserve something after nothing for two weeks. you will probably a chap on Tuesday. anyways so sorry for the wait ugh. and I love you guys so much and thank you for sticking with me.