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𝘽𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙚 sighs as she stretches her limbs out in front of her, raising both arms above her head to stretch out completely.
"Geez, they've been talking forever." Newt mutters as he leans against the concrete beam, staring off into the distance at the two who converse with each other on top of the hill.
"How's it looking?" Newt questions in a yell, gaining the attention of Thomas and Teresa. Both teenagers turn their bodies back to the group. "It's a little further." Thomas says, making Blake furrow her eyebrows and narrow her eyes at the awkwardness.
"That's not very convincing." Newt deadpans as he whips back around to face Minho, Blake, and Fry's bored expressions.
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"What don't I understand?" Thomas pushes as anger starts to bubble up inside him, keeping his gaze turned into a glare on the girl before him.
"Everything was fine until you and Blake—" Teresa starts, but Thomas cuts her off. "What?" He questions, pressing further.
Teresa sighs as Thomas continues, " Teresa, what aren't you telling me?" The boy asks before a loud gunshot echos from the rest of the group.
