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F O U R

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Thomas walked out of the college building, feeling annoyed. It had been a long day of classes and he was ready to go home and relax.

He got in his car and started the engine, feeling the familiar hum as the car came alive. He pulled out of the parking lot and started the drive home.

As he drove, his mind wandered to the strange event from the previous day. He really didn't know what had got into Newt, and it had left him feeling confused and frustrated.

He tried to shake off his thoughts and focus on the road. The last thing he wanted to think about was Newt and his weird behavior.

He turned onto his street and spotted his apartment building in the distance. He parked in the lot and got out, grabbing his bag and locking the car.

He walked into the building and up the stairs to his floor. He was looking forward to a few hours to himself, so he could unwind and forget about school and Newt for a bit.

surprisingly newt wasn't at school today. But it was nice to get a rest from him. Except his weird friend Minho kept on staring and grinning at him.

He arrived at his apartment door and unlocked it, pushing it open and stepping inside.

The apartment was quiet and empty as Thomas stepped inside. He closed the door behind him and began to take his shoes off, glad to be home.

He dropped his bag onto the couch and stretched, feeling the tension in his shoulders from sitting in classes all day.

He walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, hoping to find something quick to eat. But much to his annoyance, there wasn't much there. He'd been meaning to go grocery shopping, but had been so busy with classes and studying that he hadn't had the time.

He closed the fridge and sighed, feeling a pang of hunger. He glanced at the clock, seeing that it was only 3:30.

Had had come home late from collage because he was caught up talking with Teresa. He had a few hours before he had to start studying again.

He walked into the lounge and sat down on the couch, feeling restless. Perhaps he could watch a movie or something to pass the time.

He nocked his shoes off and kicked his feet up on his coffee table. He looked down to see where the remote was, and he suddenly paused.

There, on-top of the remote was a... muffin? "What the hell..." Thomas muttered, picking up the muffin.

He examined the muffin in his hands, trying to figure out where it could have come from. It was a chocolate muffin, still warm and soft to the touch.

Thomas looked at it perplexed. He hadn't ordered any take-out, and he certainly hadn't bought any muffins. He sniffed it, wondering if it was some weird prank.

Thomas took a tentative bite, expecting sweet chocolate chip flavour. But instead, he was met with the bitter taste of... spinach?

"What the-?" he exclaimed in disgust, spitting out the mouthful of muffin. He couldn't believe it. Who the hell would send a chocolate muffin that tasted like spinach? And who would have left it on his coffee table anyway?

Thomas suddenly became wary. Someone must have been in his apartment.

He looked around, trying to see if there was any other sign that someone had been there. But everything seemed normal, aside from the muffin. He put the muffin down, feeling confused and on edge.

Who the hell would leave disgusting food on his coffee table? And more importantly, how had they gotten in?

He hadn't left his apartment door open. Had he?