Monday
Newt cleared his throat.
Thomas jumped and closed his locker. "Oh. Hi Newt." Thomas smiled.
Newt smiled back. "Hey Tommy. You're not busy, are you?"
"We're in school."
"Would you mind skipping a class?" Newt bit his lip. "We need to talk."
"Was it about the kiss I gave you in the bathroom I'm so sor-"
Newt cut him off by gently pressing their lips together. "No." He said, pulling away, "it's not."
"O-okay then. Where we going?" Thomas asked as Newt took his hand and led him to the school gates.
"We're going s-winging for the fences." Newt grinned, dropping his school bag and climbing over the fence. "You coming?"
Thomas grinned back and followed Newt, leaving his bag behind.
When they were deep in the woods, they came to a little clearing. Newt tilted his head back and breathed in deeply. "I know what you are." He said calmly.
Thomas tilted his head. "What do you mean?"
Newt looked at Thomas. "I know you know what I mean."
Thomas looked right back. "I know you know what I am. I know what you are, and what you did."
"Then you know why we needed to talk."
Thomas smiled sadly. "I've known for a while."
"You aren't you gone yet?"
"That's not up to me."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't."
"Thomas, I don't think you understand how this is going to go. I'm supposed to kill you. My pack kills yours."
"We leave on Wednesday. That's what Flynn told us."
"Flynn?"
"My...father...of sorts."
"Where will you go?"
"Arizona, I think."
Newt sighed and sat down on the grass. Thomas joined him. "You know what I did."
"You imprinted on me."
"Do you know what that means?"
"I'm what keeps you grounded."
"I feel so much more than that Tommy. I really really like you."
Thomas's hand found Newt's and squeezed it. "I love you too."
Newt looked alarmed. "How did you- oh right. Mind reading."
Thomas smiled shyly. "It's a useful gift."
Newt sighed and closed his eyes. "Alright. Tell me what you know about me."
"I know you hate chicken. You were thinking about that on Friday."
"True. Next."
Thomas opened his mouth to say something, but he was cut off by a bloodcurdling scream that was heard from the distance.
Newt's blood ran cold.
Thomas eyes widened.
"That was my sister." He whispered.
Heh.
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