Pulling The Heartstrings (Thomesa)

Drugged II

Set in the Scorch Trials au
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"How good was the kiss, shank?" Minho spoke, cheekily as he crossed his arms across his chest. He briefly felt the other gladers behind him as they watched Thomas slowly sit up from the mattress, a silent Teresa sat next to him.

"What are you talking about?" Thomas muttered, quietly as he felt his head pound from the fall in the club.
"We saw you and Brenda kiss. How was it?" Minho asked, curiously as he saw Thomas stiffen at his words.

Thomas silently glanced at Teresa, not wanting her to get the wrong idea as he noticed she was avoiding his gaze. His jaw clenched, spotting her slightly moving away from him as her sad beautiful blue eyes stared at the ground.

"I didn't like it...." He responded, still looking at Teresa as he noticed she was clenching her hands.
"Why? Brenda is a pretty girl." Minho spoke, confused as he stared at Thomas. He quickly felt Newt elbow his ribs, making him cough as he half heartedly glared at him.

"Shut up, Minho. Let's let Tommy get some rest while we deal with Jorge beating the bloody hell out of the club leader."  Newt spoke, rolling his eyes as he walked away. He briefly heard Minho grumbling in agreement and followed behind him.

Silence filled the air, faint sounds of the club music could be heard as Thomas intently stared at Teresa. He didn't like that sad look on her angelic face.
"I'm happy for you, Tom. You'd look good together." She whispered, softly as she glanced at him with a forced smile.

"You think so?" He muttered, quietly as he moved closer to her. His intense gaze was fixated on her as he noticed she was trying not to look at him, making Thomas frown.

"She's pretty. I get it." She whispered, quietly as her chest ached, remembering witnessing the kiss between Brenda and Thomas. She always felt drawn to him, the boy she had a unknown connection with.
"I've seen prettier...." He muttered under his breath as he continued to stare at her.

"I think she likes you, Tom...." She whispered, softly as she noticed the looks Brenda sent towards Thomas. She was confused recently that Brenda kept narrowing her eyes at her like she did something wrong.

"My mind is always on someone else...." Thomas muttered, quietly as he grabbed her hand and gently caressed her knuckles with his thumb. He only wanted her, remembering he imagined he was kissing Teresa instead of Brenda.

"Who?" She whispered, softly as she saw their hands tightly entwined. She desperately hoped it was her. Thomas didn't reply, just stared at her soft pink lips longingly as he wondered what they tasted like in his mouth.

"Your....your so beautiful...." He muttered, quietly as he unknowingly moved closer.
Her cheeks flushed red at his words, moving closer to him as she stared at his lips. Lost in each other, their faces shift closer and closer until their lips were a few inches apart as intense electricity filled the air.

A loud cough suddenly broke their focus, their heads snapped towards a smirking Minho.
He snickered at Thomas's annoyed expression, finding it hilarious as he noticed Teresa's red face. Now he knew why, Thomas only wanted to kiss Teresa.

Author's Note: Please do comment what you think so far of the story. It really helps motivate me by hearing your thoughts. I'm hoping to update soon :)