It Wasn't Real

Chapter 11

"Newt wake up!" Newt awoke to Minho banging on his bedroom door. "We're going to meet up with the girls!" He yelled.

"Okay Min, I'm up." Newt called, groggily rolling off his bed. "Go get breakfast. I'll be down in a minute." Minho cheered and ran off. Newt rolled his eyes at his friend's childish behavior, and got ready. Then headed to the cafeteria.

"The dead has risen!" Minho called from his table with Thomas and Chuck.

Both Thomas and Newt stiffened at the word dead and realized neither of them told Minho about Newt's fate. Newt sighed; he figured they would save that terrible conversation until after the war. He knew Thomas was listening to his thoughts when he saw him nod.

'Please stop reading my bloody thoughts Tommy.' He thought.

Thomas at least had the decency to look ashamed. 'Sorry' He heard Thomas say in his mind.

"So you decided you were too good to have a conversation out loud?" Minho said smirking.

"Sorry." They both said.

"Whatever." Minho rolled his eyes. "Now hurry and eat up."

Newt sat next to Minho and grabbed some eggs off the plates in the middle of the table and placed them on his own plate.

'So, are you excited to see Teresa?' Newt thought knowing Thomas would still be listening to his thoughts. Ever since Newt told him about his dreams Thomas listened to his thoughts. Newt believed it's because Thomas was still distraught about the origin of his limp and wanted to make sure he didn't even think that way again.

'I don't know.' Thomas sighed, once again looking ashamed. 'She betrayed us but she saved my life.'

Newt looked surprised. 'Really?'

'Yeah. She pushed me away from a piece of falling ceiling, it hit her instead.'

'Wow. I'm sorry Tommy. I had no clue.'

'How were you supposed to? I am the one who can read minds, not you.'

Newt snorted. 'What happened to Jorge and Brenda? I haven't seen them around.' He asked hoping to change the subject.

Thomas shrugged. 'I don't know. I haven't seen them anywhere. I guess they were part of the simulation.'

'I hope it's more than that.' Newt sighed. 'We could really use their bloody fighting ability right now.'

'Yeah, me too.'

"Really you two? Again?" Minho exclaimed, making them jump. "I'm starting to think you don't like me." He pouted.

"No it's not that!" Thomas said, thinking Minho was serious.

Newt rolled his eyes. "So what? Can we not have a bloody conversation without Min Min, or does it upset him?" He smirked.

Minho huffed. "Don't call me Min Min."

"Oh. I'm sorry did I insult you again Min Min?"

Thomas and Chuck stifled their laughter with their hands. Minho stood and walked off, stopping to pick up his plate of food. 

"Wow Newt." Thomas said. "That was hilarious."

"You really ticked him off." Chuck stated smiling.

"Oh he'll get over it. I'll just bring him extra dessert and he'll forgive me." Newt said chuckling.

They finished eating and went to the main hall. Arthur gave them a quick speech on how he expected them to act around the female group, then they loaded into the vans and left.