Thomas POV:
"Slim it resa" he snapped as he gave her a glare.
Thomas was currently seated on her bed in the dorm, Teresa sitting next to him. Luckily her roommate, Brenda, wasn't here or else this would've been way more out of hand.
"I would rather die" she said.
"Now tell me about the Newt guy, I'm intrigued" Teresa gave him a cheeky ass grin.
"No"
"Thomas you better"
"Nope"
Theresa stayed quiet, oh shit.
"Okay okay" Thomas groaned as he rolled my eyes.
Teresa let out a weird sounding squeak.
"You know about the dreams I'm having already, about the glade, right?" He said, as he looked her sternly in the eyes.
Teresa nodded.
"Okay so Newt is there too, he knows me from the dream. It's weird" Thomas said, fiddling with his hands.
"Okay, yeah that's weird. But tell me what he looks like" she shook him by his arm.
"He's taller than me" he paused for a second to think but Teresa broke the silence with a dramatic pose. "Height difference I need"
"Oh shut the actual klunk up T" he shoved her in the arm.
"Ow you prick!" Teresa broke her pose and slapped him.
"Okay continue" she said after a death glare.
"He's blonde, his hair is always quite messy- ehmm" he thought more, trying to picture Newt in his mind.
"He's very skinny though" Thomas said as he tapped his chin.
Teresa just hummed, still listening to Thomas rambling about a guy.
"Oh yeah, not to forget. He has a sort of limp, that's why I carried him back in PE" he recalled.
"Wait you carried him?" Teresa perked up, eyebrows risen.
"Wel-"
"Bridal style?" She looked him in the eyes, sternly.
"No"
"Thomas!" The girl slapped him again. "That's such a big missed opportunity!!" Teresa exclaimed loudly with a scoff.
"I can't believe you waisted such a romantic chance" her British accent sounded.
"Teresa, it was PE, nothing romantic about that" Thomas sighed as he pinched his nose bridge disappointingly.
"But still you fuckwad!"
Sometimes Thomas questions why'd he even befriended Teresa.
"I carried him piggyback"
"That's so basic" she scoffed loudly.
"He let you carry him though.. ?" Teresa grinned and Thomas rolled his eyes.
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Genç KurguThe glade. A mysterious looking courtyard that stretches out far. Huge stone walls loom over the place, the walls are detailed by cracks and ivy. Thomas comes up in the box, he makes friends and enemies. But.. what if it's all a dream?
