Saudade (A newtmas story)

Chapter 3- The incident

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Thomas leaned his head on his hand and looked at Newt. Newt was sat staring out of the window, seeming to be zoned out. The sunlight falling onto his face was practically glowing and Thomas just ended up studying his features. The way the light fell on Newt's face, the small details around his eyes, the way his eyebrows furrowed.

"What are we even supposed to do." Newt grumbled, turning away from the window and looking at the board.

Thomas was startled out of his thoughts and suddenly realised he'd been staring at Newt without realising. "Uh-" he was still slightly lost for words from snapping out of his thoughts, "I have no idea" he said as he looked at the board.

The teacher had written some stuff on the board and continued talking, but neither Newt nor Thomas was paying attention. They just sat there at the table, neither knowing what they were meant to be doing.

"Well you're the one who goes here everyday you should know what to do." Newt huffed and leaned his head on the table.

"I may go here but that doesn't mean I ever listen to what the teacher says" Thomas responded. Newt lifted his head up and looked at Thomas.

He was about to say something in response when the teacher suddenly called out. "Thomas. Newt" Mr Janson said from across the room. Thomas and Newt looked up in response. "What are you two doing?" He questioned. Thomas suddenly realised he had no clue how to respond.

Mr Janson raised an eyebrow. "Are you two even doing the work?" He asked with a hint of annoyance in his voice. Newt just sat silently while Thomas quickly responded. "Yep-" he said, lying through his teeth.

Mr Janson didn't look convinced. "Then what are you doing?" He interrogated. Thomas didn't quite know how to respond. He glanced over at Newt, whose head had leaned against the table again.

It looked like he had absolutely no intention of responding to Mr Janson's questioning, leaving Thomas to answer properly. "Uhhh, we were just..." Thomas was trying to think of a way to get out of the situation. He looked down at the desk and suddenly got an idea.

When he glanced back up at Mr Janson, he gave an almost innocent smile. "We were just discussing the work" he said in a tone that sounded like he was definitely trying to be convincing. Newt was clearly annoyed by this and mumbled "no we weren't" quietly under his breath.

Mr Janson studied the two boys for a moment, seeming to be deciding whether or not to believe them. He seemed to accept the excuse, as he turned back to talk to some of the other students. Thomas breathed a small sigh of relief, glad to have gotten out of that.

He turned to Newt, who's head was still leaned against the table, and smirked. "I think I pulled that off quite well" he said, quite proud of himself. Newt groaned loudly in response, making Thomas chuckle.

"Shut up" Newt grumbled, lifting his head up. He leaned back against the chair, looking annoyed and slightly tired. Thomas was starting to really enjoy Newt's annoyed expression, which was probably a bad thing.

"Oh come on dude, you could at least try not to look so pissed" Thomas said in a slightly sarcastic tone. Newt scowled in response, he was still obviously annoyed with him choosing this seating arrangement.

"I wanna go homeee.." newt groaned.

Thomas chuckled slightly. "It hasn't even been an hour" he said in response. Newt just groaned louder. He started slightly fiddling with the hem of his jacket, seemingly out of agitation.

"Are all British people like you?" Thomas questioned, jokingly. Newt sent him that same annoyed glare from earlier. His hands continued to mess with the hem of his sleeve, not seeming to really know what to do.