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iv

Ever since the two boys spoke at the welcoming party, Thomas had Newt on his mind.

He felt like he knew the boy... before he was put in the Glade. His blonde hair, his brown eyes... they all seem familiar.

As the day went on, he was exhausted from all the work Alby had been pushing down on him and ran back to the Homestead, flopping into his hammock.

"You alright there, Greenie?" he hears and he spins round in excitement but sees Chuck saying there, smiling his ass off.

"Oh Chuck, I thought—"

"You thought I was Newt?" Thomas shivers, hearing his name. He makes him feel in some sort of way that Thomas couldn't explain.

"No! I was... I mean I thought—" Thomas starts but he was cut off by Chuck's childish scoff.

"What?"

"Nothing. Nothing."

But Chuck knew that Thomas was in love with Newt. And with Newt head over heels for Thomas, the curly-haired boy hitched up a little plan.

•••••

It was dinner time in the Glade and everyone went over to the kitchen to have some of Frypan's surprisingly good food.

Newt couldn't eat. Too much was clouding his head. The voices in his head were drowning him with negative thoughts.

Why would he love you?

You're nothing but a waste of space.

You know you want to do it again.

What confused him was the fact that it was the voice of Thomas. Ever since the brunette came up in the Box, the voices in his head changed.

He rushed to the Homestead before anyone noticed he was gone. He stormed into his room, slamming the door and punched the wall. His face was covered in tears as he continues to punch the wall.

He was soo sick of everything. The voices in his head, his limp, even himself. He hated everything.

"... Newt?" he hears a voice behind to see Thomas, once again his face covered with horror from what he's just seen.

"... Tommy. Let me explain..." Newt tries to inch closer to him but Thomas runs off.

"Woah, Greenie... Newt? What was that about?" Minho asks, seeing Thomas run off.

He looks at Newt, his face covered with tears, eyes full with anger with a hint of guilt. Minho sighs before taking Newt to the Medjacks for his bloody knuckles.

While Jeff was bandaging his hand, Minho spoke up.

"You need to stop this."

"You know I can't."

"But I have to try. Newt—"

"WHAT DON'T YOU GET, MINHO?! I CAN'T!" Newt yells, slamming his hands on the bed.

"I know... I know, I'm sorry." Minho says, getting up to leave.

"Hey... Tell Thomas, I'm sorry." he mentions and the boy nods before leaving.

Now, who knows what Thomas thinks of Newt.