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"Thomas?"

Newt was... well shocked to see the boy. He'd never thought that WICKED would send him up as well as Newt. He didn't understand.

He still looked the same, Newt thought. He had the scruffy brown hair as usual, the glossy brown eyes which made Newt fall in love with him in the first place and those pink lips that Newt always dreamed about kissing.

Thomas was pure perfection to Newt.

"You know this shank, Newt?" Alby asks him and everyone's eyes turn at Newt, making him feel slightly uncomfortable.

"Of course not, I... I just guessed that his name was Thomas. That's all."

No one knew Newt's memory of Thomas, well... except Chuck. He heard Newt mumbling in his sleep about it and was let into the secret. And it was important to Newt that no one else knew.

No one knew that he was gay.

Before Newt could fade into his thoughts anymore, Gally had jumped into the Box and dragged Thomas out, gripping onto his shirt. Newt didn't like this.

"Hey, Gally! Leave the poor kid alone!" Newt yells, limping his way across to them and pulling him off Thomas.

"Oh Newtie, protecting your boyfriend? How adorable." Gally awes him, typical Gally. He hears a few Gladers sneer around him so he did what anyone would do to a irritating dick.

He punched him in the jaw.

"You need to learn how to respect others. Now go away and leave him the bloody hell alone." he spits, clenching his jaw.

Gally walks away from him, whining over his jaw as others left in their own time. Soon enough, all there was left were Chuck, Newt, Alby and Thomas.

"Newt... You know—" Alby starts but Newt interrupts.

"Yes Alby, I know. You know me... I have my issues." and with that, Alby nods and walks off.

Newt honestly didn't care. Gally was out of line... but he should of handled it in a different way. Chuck followed Alby as he watched them both go the Homestead.

"... You didn't have to do that." he hears a voice behind him and Newt turns to find Thomas standing there, face covered in fear.

"I know... I guess my temper got the best of me. I haven't scared you... have I?" Newt questions him, the last thing he wanted was Thomas afraid of him.

"No! Actually," Thomas walks up to him and whispers in his ear, "he deserved it."

This gave Newt chills as Thomas backs away. He had that signature smirk that Newt knew that brings him down to his knees. Newt kept his eyes on Thomas' lips as he would occasionally bit. One of Newt's deepest turn-ons.

"... Anyway, I never caught your name." Thomas mutters, snapping Newt away from his thoughts once again.

"... Name's Newt, Greenie."