What if the Ivy Trio found their other half? Thanks to Glade Boarding School for Girls and Boys, they are assigned into a dorm with 3 other girls, where they have to live with each other for the next 10 months.
You can expect plenty of things to hap...
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I walk over to Newt, who's leaning against a wall, looking around, for what, I had no clue, but I had a very a strong guess. Maybe I should've said who.
I reach him, and tap him on the shoulder. He turns around to look at me, and then it takes him a few moments to register its me.
"Oh, hey there, Liv."
I snort. "Who you looking for." I say simply, a smirk reaching my face.
"No one."
"Don't lie to me, Newt."
"You know full well who I'm looking for."
"I know." I mimic his position, and lean against the wall like he is.
"Where's everyone else?" I ask, when I realise he's not going to speak about Fawn anymore.
"Tommy and Minho went to get the party cannons or whatever." Newt shrugs. "Oh, there they are." He points at the direction they're at, and then I turn around, and a loud bang sounds in my ears.
Streamers are falling around me, different colours of plastic landing in my hair and my clothes. I turn around to see who did that, and see Thomas standing next to me, laughing hysterically.
"Thomas!" I gasp at him, beginning to laugh as well.
"You look very rainbow."
I take some of the confetti off my head and hair, roll it up into a ball, and then throw it onto Thomas. It falls gently around him, landing on his hair.
"And so do you." I smile at him, and he makes a face at me.
Another bang sounds in the room somewhere, and me and Thomas turn around. I see Minho has set off another party cannon at Lyra, and her face is stormy. She turns around, takes the empty cannon from Minho's hands, and lifts it up threateningly. Minho gets the message and begins running around the Homestead; Lyra chasing him around, shouting indistinguishable words at him. After a while, she gives up and walks over to Fawn, who helps takes out the confetti in her hair. Minho heads his way over to me, Thomas and Newt.
He's breathing quickly, but not as much as I would've been if I'd been the one running around.
"Do you think she hates me?" Minho puffs out, placing his hands on his hips.
"Yes." Me and Thomas say at the same time.
"This year's just not your year, Minho." Thomas smirks. "Neither was last year, or the year before, or the year before that-"
