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The next day, Thomas woke up early and got ready for college.

He tried to ignore the feeling of dread that had settled in his stomach, but it was proving difficult.

Day two...

He arrived at college and parked his car in the student car park.

He got out of his car and took a deep breath, bracing himself.

He could already see a few groups of students hanging around the entrance, and he knew that Newt would be somewhere among them.

as he approached the entrance, he spotted Newt and his friends immediately.

They were sitting on the steps leading up to the main building, looking as pompous and privileged as the day before.

Thomas felt a pang of anxiety as he watched them.

Newt had his arms spread out behind him, leaning back with an air of confidence. Minho was looking bored, fidgeting with a pen in his hand. Newt's other friend was sitting next to them, looking just as nonchalant.

Thomas swallowed hard and made his way past them.

He tried to ignore their curious gazes as he walked by, but he could feel their eyes on his back.

He heard a few muttered comments and a stifled laugh, and he knew it was about him.

He quickened his pace, walking faster towards the entrance.

He could hear footsteps behind him, and he knew that Newt and his friends were following him.

Sure enough, when he reached the entrance he heard a familiar mocking voice behind him.

"Hey, newbie!"

Thomas froze and turned around.

Newt was standing right behind him, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face.

Thomas felt his heart rate pick up as Newt stepped closer to him.

He could see Minho and Newt's other friend standing with a few other students nearby, watching with amused expressions.

"Looks like your car's working again" Newt said, his voice dripping with disdain.

Thomas didn't really know what to say, but he didn't want to show how intimidated he was, so he just nodded stiffly.

Newt chuckled and took another step towards him, closing the distance between them.

Thomas found himself taking a step back on instinct, not liking how close Newt was getting.

Newt smirked, obviously noticing his discomfort.

"You look nervous, Tommy" he said, his voice low and smooth.

"Don't call me that." Thomas said sternly. Not liking the nickname.

Newt's smirk widened at Thomas's response.

"Why not? I think it suits you" he said, his voice dripping with condescension.

Thomas clenched his jaw, not wanting to show any weakness.

"It's not my name, dickhead" he sneered.

Newt chuckled, clearly amused by his attitude.

"Feisty little thing, aren't you?" he said, stepping even closer to Thomas.

Thomas felt a surge of anger at Newt's words.

He knew Newt was just trying to rile him up, but he couldn't help but react.