Skinny Love - Newtmas

Chapter Eleven

Thomas avoids my gaze when I sit next to him. "what did you want to talk about?" I ask quietly, getting a sinking feeling in my chest.

Letting out a shaky breath Thomas looks up at me, his eyes glistening with tears. "I'm sorry Newt...but I just can't do this anymore," he whispers, his voice cracking.

Biting the inside of my cheek so I don't show too many emotions I look away from him, not able to look at his face without my heart shattering. "Why?"

"There-there's somebody else...I'm so sorry Newt."

Squeezing my eyes shut I feel the warmth of a tear gliding down my cheek. "Okay Tommy," I pause. "I-I'm gunna go." Silently rising from his bed I walk shakily to the door and turn the knob. "Goodbye Tommy." Leaving the room and closing the door behind me I shut my eyes as another tear slips from my eye.

Inside the room I hear the sound of muffled crying. When I open my eyes my vision is momentarily blurred. Sitting up my eyes start to adjust to the dark and I see the outline of Alby laying in his bed. Rubbing my eyes I click the power button on my phone to check the time. 3:24 am.

It was just a dream. I tell myself.

Taking a deep breath I lay my head on my pillow but I know my dream will keep me up. It seemed so real and the pain I felt in it has dragged on into my awake self. Part of me wants to call Thomas to check if everything is okay but I fight the urge, knowing he'll think I'm insane. So instead I lay there, thoughts of Thomas crowding my mind.

Thomas quickly became my best friend and then ever quicker my boyfriend, sometimes I'm afraid that one day I'm going to wake up and realize none of this actually happened. Or that I was wrong and he doesn't actually like me, that I've read too much into us. How could Thomas like me? A loser who couldn't even have a conversation with anyone until a week and a half ago?

The minutes slowly tick by as negative thoughts start to swirl in my mind. Countless times I lay my head on the pillow and clear my mind just to have Thomas creep back into my thoughts.

Finally I begin to slip in and out of a dreamless sleep. Eventually at around 6:45 am when no matter how hard I try I can't fall back asleep I groan and grab my phone. The bright light causes me to squint as I type a short message to Thomas. are you awake?

I set my phone down and shut my eyes, almost immediately it buzzes.

Thomas: Yep! Are you okay?

Me: yeah. When does your first class start??

Thomas: 11 wbu?

Me: 12...can I come over when Minho wakes up?

Thomas replies with a smiley face saying he'll get him up soon so I can come over. Smiling at my phone I pick up my textbooks, getting in just a little more studying until it's time to go. After talking with Alby last night I studied for three and a half hours, occasionally stopping to text Thomas, apologizing that we couldn't see each other again that day.

My eyes keep flicking to my phone, constantly checking to see if Thomas had texted and I just didn't hear the ring tone. Finally after what seems like fifty of the longest minutes ever Thomas texts. Woke up Minho lol. Come over:)

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Upon walking in Thomas kisses me lightly and Minho rolls his eyes, "it's too early for me to deal with all this kissing crap." He laughs. Thomas banters with him for a little bit but Minho eventually leaves to go get breakfast in the cafeteria. I decided to bring all my books so I could stay at Thomas's until the very minute I have to be at class. We talk for a little bit but eventually Thomas convinces me to continue studying.

Thomas and I sit on his bed, me with my legs crossed copying down some notes for my class coming up, Thomas lays on his back with his head in my lap, playing on his phone. I finish writing and set the notebook aside, leaning my back on the wall. A small sigh escaping my lips. "You okay?" Thomas asks, looking up at me and smiling.

"Oh...yeah I'm fine."

Thomas furrows his eyebrows and sits up, crossing his legs. "What's wrong?" He asks.

Looking to my hands I shrug, "it's stupid but...I was just wondering...this school is full of cute, outgoing, funny sophomores like you...so why did you choose to be with a quiet, shy, loser freshman?...You know what, never mind, just forget it," I mumble hurrying to grab my books. "I have to go."

"Hey hey hey," Thomas says softly, putting his hands over mine to stop me. "Look at me."

When I don't move he puts his hands on my cheeks and slowly turns my head. "Newt, I don't want any of those Sophomores okay? I like you, you're the one I want to be with." He studies my eyes and smiles lightly. "You," he mumbles before leaning over and kissing me lightly. "You," he murmurs against my lips. Giving in I kiss him back, "anyways," he says quietly, pulling away just a little bit but keeping his hands on my cheeks, "you're cute...and funny...and sweet...and beautiful," he says inbetween kisses.

Laughing just a little I wrap my arms around his neck. Thomas smiles against my lips and my thoughts flitter away.

a/n: hey guys I hope you like this, sorry this one isn't written the best but I've had a tough week:( Are you guys liking this fic? I wanted to say again it means the world to me when so many of you comment on my chapters. If any of you ever want to talk about Newtmas please feel free to comment bc I never have anybody to fangirl with:) lol I had my a/n all typed up but it deleted so if I remember what I said I'll put it all in the next one I guess. Sorry for my rambling, anyways I hope you all liked this one I'm sorry if it sucked bc I honestly can't tell lol. I love you all so much Xx McKenna.