ᵒⁿᵉ 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 ⁿᵉʷᵗᵐᵃˢ ᵃᵘ (ᶜᵒᵐᵖˡᵉᵗᵉᵈ)

Fifty Seven

Newt and Minho stand at the bus stop, waiting for the other two, in abject silence.

"Newt," Minho says. "Newt."

Newt folds his arms and turns away from him.

"Newt." Minho says. "Come on. I'm sorry."

Newt still doesn't respond.

"Newt," Minho says. "I won't call him Tommy anymore, I'm sorry."

"No." Newt says sharply.

"Newt, come on." Minho says. 

Then, Thomas walks over. 

"Hey," He says, wrapping his arms around Newt's waist. 

"Tommy, make Minho shut up." Newt says, folding his arms across his chest. 

"Why?" Thomas asks.

"I'm trying to say I'm sorry." Minho says. "He won't listen to me."

"Newt, is that true?" Thomas says. "Let it go, okay?"

"I will not!" Newt says.

"Okay, seriously, you have to let it go." Thomas says. "It doesn't matter."

"Yes, it does." Newt says. He glares at Minho. "I hate you."

"Newt, come on." Minho says. 

"You're the one who called him Tommy." Newt says, pursing his lips. 

"Newt, please let it go." Thomas says.

Newt huffs. "Fine. But only for you." He shoots one last glare at Minho and turns around, facing Thomas. 

Thomas takes his hand. "Come on."

They walk onto the bus and Brenda runs up, panting.

"Shit, sorry I'm late!" She says, gasping as they slide into their seats. 

"Where were you, Bren?" Newt asks.

"Sorry, I was just, uh, busy." She says, running a hand through her hair, turning a light shade of pink. 

"Busy doing what?" Thomas asks, elbowing her. 

"Shut up." Brenda says, cheeks turning darker. 

"Ooo, Brenda, where were you?" Minho says.

"Nowhere!" She says. "Shut up!"

Newt chuckles. "Guys, leave her alone."

"Yeah." Brenda says. "Thanks, Newt."

Newt nods. "You're the only one I like."

"Hey!" Thomas says. "What about me?"

"Yeah, yeah, you too, I guess." Newt says. "But you wouldn't let me poke Minho."

"Newt, that's..." Thomas says.

"He was calling you Tommy!" Newt says. "What do you expect from me!?"

Minho sighs. "You exhaust me."

"You're the mean one!" Newt says. 

"Alright, come on, let's go now." Thomas says. 

All four of them get off, Minho and Newt both glaring at each other. Thomas takes Newt's hand. 

"I don't like you." Newt says. 

Later, Newt sits in Thomas's spinny chair and Thomas sits on his bed.

"I don't like Minho anymore." Newt says, spinning around in a fast circle. "He's mean."

"He apologized and stopped doing it." Thomas says. 

"I don't care." Newt says bitterly. "He was mean."

Thomas sighs, laughing slightly. "Okay, fine."

Newt gets up and sits next to him. "I only like you now. Minho can go find a new best friend."

"You really need to relax about that." Thomas says. 

"Tommy, I can't!" Newt says. "You don't get it!"

"I guess I don't." Thomas says. "What is it?"

"I don't know." Newt says, looking down. 

"So you are jealous, aren't you?" Thomas says. 

"It's just that you're my Tommy, not his." Newt says.

Thomas smiles softly. "You're jealous."

"No, I'm not jealous." Newt says. "I'm just scared I'll lose you."

Thomas tilts his head, looking at him. "You couldn't lose me, Newt. You are not ever losing me., okay?" Thomas takes both of Newt's hands. ""Not ever."

Newt hugs him, wrapping his arms around his neck. "I love you so much, Tommy." 

"I love you too." Thomas says. "Why did you think you'd lose me?"

"I just can't." Newt says. "I don't know if I'd be able to survive without you."

"Well, you won't have to find out." Thomas says. He kisses his cheek. "So will you be civil?"

"I am." Newt says.

"To Minho." Thomas clarifies.

"Oh." Newt says. "Yeah, okay."

"Good." Thomas says. He pulls back slightly and kisses him softly. "But seriously, you're never losing me."

"You promise?" Newt asks, looking at him.

"I promise." 

A/N: Okay, so, I am officially never ever killing anyone else in any book ever. I didn't realize how bad it hurts. Anyway, thank you guys for reading. I love you guys. <3