BEING REWRITTEN

11~ blame that on Minho and Teresa

Thomas POV:
(First person🎀)

I had just met Newt. Is this real? I don't know. But I loved every second of him being on my back.

Sighing, I headed to my locker. My feet lazily scraping against the hard tiled floor of the school hallways. The hallways looked pretty boring overal, with plants scattered along some corridors every now and then. Tiled boring white walls loomed over me and of course the lockers that were mostly positioned at the right side of the hall.

The lockers were a boring blue colour with each a number in the middle. I was now walking along the lockers 90-120 and my locker number was 143. So I figured I just had to walk to the end of this hall and turn left.

Just a 2 minute walk Thomas.

Nothing like the 6 laps I had to do in PE.

I had finally arrived at the lockers 120-150, with a content sigh I fumbled with my keys until a small black one popped up. I grabbed it and unlocked my almost empty locker, inside of it, just a few books were neatly put to the left side of the tin interior. But at the sides of the thing, stickers and words and whatever the fuck you could think of were seen.

I had to blame that on Minho and Teresa.

Looking inside of my locker, I squinted my eyes to read the back of every book. Trying to find the one- got it.

I quickly grabbed the book, stuffed it into my black scruffy backpack. Closed my locker, twisted the key in the lock and headed off again. Swinging the bag over my right shoulder as I took big steps to my physics classroom.

I had already looked at my schedule before I went to my locker so I quite exactly knew where to be.

Classroom A2.

It wasn't that far of a walk, so I just crossed the cafeteria and headed towards the A wing of the big ass school.

In each wing of the school, there was a different theme. The B wing was more focused on art and architecture, being decorated with different paintings and tiles in the floor and on the walls.

The C wing, was more like a classic school hallway. The common white tiles on the floor and some other colours sprawled on the sides of each corridor. Giving it a little more welcoming look. In this part of the school the lockers are found. Just pressed to the side like any other school has.

The D wing was mostly focused on sports, having some weird running paths and famous sporters painted on the walls. In my opinion, very ugly. This wing also led to the several gyms the school had, the gyms had a door at the end that gave people access to the running fields and such.

The A wing, well. It was more focused on nature and all sorts of biology and lab things. Not as boring and ugly as the D wing, but it came close. There was only one corridor I really liked in the D wing, which was the corridor on the second left.

The hall that stretched out far had a lot of plants growing against the wall, with a dark green carpeted floor that had a bit of a leave print in it.

The only thing with style in this school, except me. But I'm not a thing. Dangit.

I walked through my favourite hallway with a content smile plastered on my face, I think I barley missed the classroom since I felt myself zoning out. Not again Thomas, you're going to be late again.

I quickly stopped in my tracks, looked at the classroom number next to me.

A5

Goddammit.

I quickly paced a bit backwards with embarrassment pooled down in my stomach. Luckily no one saw my actions as I entered the classroom. In sync with the first bell. Telling me that I'm 5 minutes early.

Class was boring, and when I say boring I mean I would've rather eaten my own shit mixed with some cockroaches and a bit of piss on top. I hate my physics teacher. Janson.

Janson kind of reminded of a rat, the same ugly prominent features and—not to forget— the balding grey hair. Ew.

I groaned as I threw a pen through the class room, in boredom of course.

It landed on Harriets head. Well I can start counting my days here.

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Newt POV:
(You know the drillllll)

Newt checked his schedule for the seventh time today. No classes till-

7 pm.

He had a soft grin plastered on his features at he walked trough the halls of the B wing of the school. Just looking at the messy but beautiful things that were painted on the walls. He especially looked at the few he got to paint on there.

Newt ran his hand through his blonde locks, brushing them slightly to the back. To only result in them falling in front of his left eye again. The Brit quickly blew the stray hairs from his sight and continued walking, adjusting his bag on his shoulder again after a while.

Newt dozed off as he took lazy steps through the several corridors.

He then bumped into someone.

Not again.

Bloody hell.

"Hey Newtie, better watch out where you're going" said the buff Asian kid who was now looking at the blonde— who was currently seated on the ground, groaning—with a sickening grin

"Slim it Minho" he said as he shot his a glare. "Help me bloody get up already, don't want the cockroaches to bite me"

Minho just chuckled at him as he held out his hand to the blonde. "Cockroaches don't bite you slinthead"

Newt scoffed and pulled himself off the ground with Minhos helping hand. "Thanks shank"

"Wanna come to my dorm? I think my roommate is still stuck with janson in physics" Minho said with a weird sounding cackle.

"Yeah sure, why not?" Newt grinned. "I don't have classes 'till seven anyways" he added as he dusted his clothes off a bit. Wiping his hands along his pants afterwards.

"Have you met Tom yet?" Minho questioned. Newt dozed off once again, the Asian boy had to wave his hand from side to side in front of the blondes face. "Hellooo, earth to Nootie?"

"Huh- oh who now?" Newt snapped out of his gaze and fixed his sight back on Minho.

"I said" Minho paused to see if he was listening and scraped his throat dramatically."Have you met Thomas yet?" He repeated.

"Oh the track-runner guy?" Newt questioned while raising his eyebrow, his frown still clearly visible as always.

Minho nodded.

"Yeah, he helped me in PE. Had trouble with 6 laps" Newt smiled as he recalled the memories from earlier.

"Awww" Minho said as he held his two hands on top of each other on the left side of his face and cocked his head slightly. The same smile never left his face.

"Slim it ya bloody shank" Newt punched him in the shoulder and Minho gave him a sickening grin.

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Words: 1189 :)

Guys I'm sorry for stopping with writing for a tad bit.

Not quite feeling it mentally I guess? I also stopped posting on TikTok for a while just cuz I needed to take a break. Starlight already offered to post some tubbo drafts on my account but I declined.

I think it's the best I just give myself and the account a bit of a pause.

I mean, it's also a big weight lifted off of my shoulders.

Since I'm also starting school in a bit, I just have to get my head off certain stuff.

-bread

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