Skinny Love - Newtmas

Chapter Thirteen

Thomas pov

Newt slams the door and I clench my hands it into fists. Yelling in frustration I kick a textbook that was on the floor across the room and run my hands through my hair.

"Thomas," Minho says, his tone harsh.

"Just shut the fuck up Minho! Okay? I don't need to hear your shit right now!" I shout at him. Throwing things from my bed to the floor.

"Yes, you do," Minho says, glaring at me.

"I said shut up," I grumble through gritted teeth, trying to keep my voice calm.

"Thomas what the fuck is your problem!" He shouts.

My heart beat picks up again and I resist the urge to punch Minho. Shaking my head I ignore his question and sit down on my bed. "Thomas I don't know what the hell happened at Gally's, and I'm not going to pretend that I do. But what you just said to Newt was uncalled for!"

I stand up so fast Minho flinches. "This isn't any of your business Minho! Stay out of it!" Jabbing my finger in his face.

Minho stays silent for a minute. "You know what Thomas, you're right. This is none of my business. But whether this involves me or not I know that Newt is somewhere feeling broken. What you just said to him was horrible. I don't know how you could even think that about Newt! Did you see the look on his face Thomas?"

"Minho just shut the fuck up please!"

"Fuck you Thomas, let me talk." He stands up so we're eye-to-eye. "Newt is a sweet kid, who really likes you and you just pounced on his insecurities because you did something wrong! You're a fucking jerk and I can't believe-"

"Just stop!" I scream out. Silencing Minho. "Just fucking stop! This has nothing to do with you! It's between me and Newt so just fucking butt out!" When Minho rolls his eyes I throw my hands in the air.

"That's it. Fuck you Minho, I'm outta here." Stomping to the door I open it and hold up my middle finger before slamming it shut behind me.

*

Standing in the cold air I cross my arms over my chest and start walking. I'm not quite sure where I'm going yet but I couldn't stand to be in that damn room one more second.

Staring at my feet as I walk I try to remember what time it is. While fighting with Newt and Minho I didn't really have time to find my phone. Thinking about Newt makes my head ache so I push him out of my mind.

After a few minutes of walking in silence I find myself walking through the front doors of the library. One of the only buildings open 24/7. Ignoring the librarian whom is friends with Newt I rush to the table that he always sits at.

Half of me was hoping he would be there, so I could apologize or fight some more I'm not sure. But when I see the table empty I let out a sigh of relief and take a seat.

Picking at the paint on the table I start to get antsy. Looking around and moving in my seat every few seconds. Overwhelming thoughts crash into my mind and no matter how hard I try they won't go away.

Things like talking with Newt earlier today, laughing and kissing, then suggesting the party; trying to pinpoint the moment he got upset. Next was spin the bottle, and Harriet, Newt was right...I should've stopped her. Then the walk home and our fight. Replaying everything we said in my head over and over again. Then everything Minho said to me. And how he said something about the look on Newt's face. Thinking back I feel my insides twist and my heart cracking.

Shaking my head to rid my thoughts only rattles loose more memories. Like the first time I saw Newt...

Walking into the library I look around and spot a woman sitting at a desk and hear the clacking sound of her finger nails on her keyboard. Walking up to her I lean my hands on the desk she sits at. "Excuse me," I ask. She looks up and smiles at me.