Newtmas One-Shots

4. Broken

Broken-
Maybe some triggers * WARNING*
Also this is part one of 2 or maybe 3 idk I'm not dead and not off wattpad so yay
I HAVEN'T POSTED IN FOREVER ya sorry. I had the first part of this written a long time ago but then kinda stopped and forgot about it and ya....so I'm going to shut up now.

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Newtmas high school au

THOMAS POV

The bell rang as I went to my next class. 3 more hours of prison later, I went to the library for research. Then I saw him.

Newt. He sat at a small table and he was reading a book, a title I couldn't read. He looked so fixated on the book,Concentrated. I stood there watching him furrow his eyebrows ,then smile, them let out a quiet laugh, then pull a small frown, then eyes grow slightly wider, then he looked as shocked as ever. It's so cute how he gets pulled into these fantasy worlds. He feels the emotion the characters feel with them, their happiness, sadness, pain.

He closed the book at looked at it like he couldn't decide if he should keep reading it. He sighed then looked up. This brought me out of my trance, which had me staring for much too long. When he lifted his head his eyes went straight with mine. We made eye contact for a moment and he probably realized just then I had been watching him, smiling to myself.

I turned bright red and felt my face heat up. Quickly, I looked away and shuffled behind a bookcase. I pretended I had been looking at books for the past 8 minutes Instead of watching Newt with his love for reading. I wondered why he was always alone.

I didn't have a load of friends, but I had enough for company most of the time. Every time I saw newt, he wasn't talking to anyone, rarely smiled, or laughed, always dressed dark. Always long sleeves, even in warm weather. Today he was clad in black jeans and a graphic tee with a band logo on it. The Black Veil Brides. I've never heard of them.

He was slightly taller than me, and leaner than me. I noticed he had a limp when he walked. His hair was perfect. Not the meticulously-styled-gelled-and-combed-to-death-hairspray-perfect, it was a naturally, fluffy, wonderfully colored, soft-looking kind of perfect that was great simply because it was his. Eyes. Eyes that were deep and brown and created for the exact purpose of making me blush every time I saw them. It's like every time I saw him I smiled on the inside.

Sometimes a small grin appeared that I just couldn't help or hide. And I didn't know why. Or, at least, that's the lie I tell myself all the time. I entirely knew why, I had liked Newt for a long time. It's just weird for me to think so straight forwardly, ' I like Newt, I like a boy. '

But there's no denying my attraction to him. Why is it so hard to just go talk to a person spontaneously? He's so hard to figure out. It's like his mind is a maze with no real escape. I'm constantly wishing he would come talk to me, but he doesn't. Not to me, not to anyone really. Always with his head in his book or his mind in his music.

I glanced around the corner and saw that newt left the book on the table. I saw the title. " The Eye of Minds" by James Dashner. I hurriedly walked to the desk that the librarian was at and asked if she had any other copies of that book.

She did, and led me to where it was.

Timeskip-2 hours later after school

I lie on my bed, starting the book. It was good so far, but reading isn't exactly my thing. I set it down and checked the time. 10:42 pm. Pulling the covers over myself, I drift into a dream-filled sleep. And it wasn't hard for me to know what- who, I'd be dreaming of.

The next morning was as hard as any other to wake up and get dressed. Another day at school dragged by. Newt went to my school, but we only had one class together. That one was my favorite.