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Day four. Day four with dealing with newt. Thomas didn't even want to go to collage. Newt would be harassing him at collage and now his own home. There was no winning for him.

He sat on his bed. Staring off into space thinking, could this possibly get any worse? Because it already felt like he was living in hell.

The thought of seeing Newt at college today made Thomas feel ill. He had never dreaded going to collage this much in his life.

But he knew he had no choice. He couldn't just hide in his room forever. He had to face the day and hope for the best.

He took a deep breath and got off the bed, getting ready for the day ahead.

He dragged himself to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He looked tired and stressed out. His eyes were sunken and shadowed, and his hair was a mess.

He splashed some cold water on his face and tried to fix his hair. It didn't help much. He still looked like a wreck.

He dried his face and forced a smile in the mirror, trying to convince himself that he could handle this.

"Just get through today" he muttered to himself. "You can do this."

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Thomas stood in front of the collage gates, feeling a wave of anxiety wash over him. The thought of facing Newt, especially after yesterday, was unbearable.

He had been steeling himself mentally all morning, but as he stood there, he suddenly felt like crumbling.

"I can't do this," he muttered to himself, gripping the straps of his backpack. He felt like turning around and running back to his apartment.

He stood there for a few more moments, feeling torn between cowardice and determination. He knew he had to go to class, but the thought of running into Newt made him want to vomit.

He took a deep breath and muttered to himself, "Grow a pair, Thomas. You can do this."

He reluctantly walked through the gates and started making his way to his first class.

As he walked, he scanned the campus for any sign of Newt. Every time he spotted a tall, blonde head in the distance, his heart would skip a beat.

But miraculously, he managed to get to class without running into him. He let out a sigh of relief. Maybe he'd get through the day without any encounters.

He sat down at his usual desk and tried to focus on the teacher's speech. But his mind kept wandering back to Newt.

The hour passed by slowly, and soon it was time for the next class. Thomas gathered his things and headed for the door.

His next class was on the opposite side of the building, which meant he had to walk through a more densely populated part of the campus.

He walked briskly, trying to keep his head down and avoid eye contact with anyone.

Suddenly, he felt a hand on his shoulder. He froze in panic, terrified that it was Newt.

He turned slowly, expecting to see Newt's smug face. But it wasn't Newt. It was Minho, one of Newts friends.

Minho was standing there, a half-smirk on his face. "Hey, Thomas," he greeted. "You look like you've seen a ghost. You okay?"

Thomas relaxed slightly, seeing that it wasn't Newt. But the smirk on Minho's face made him nervous. What did he want?

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," Thomas replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

"You sure?" Minho pressed, the smirk still on his face. "You looked scared there for a moment. Were you expecting someone else?"