End Game (Newtmas AU) {ON HOLD}

NINE

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This was the boy I loved; A little bit messy, a little bit ruined. A beautiful disaster, just like me.
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Dear Whoever is reading this,

I guess the time has come for me to write to you again, second time this fucking week. Don't question me, I'm surprised myself as this time I am not bored (if you remember i swore to write to you only when I am bored.) THIS TIME, SOMETHING   H U G E   HAPPENED.

 And by something huge I mean that i must have pissed off a person that i wanted to piss off, but now feels weird. Do i make sense? I must make sense. Anyhow, I continue.

So I might have dome stupid, as I said, and I don't normally do stupid things. And by something stupid i mean that I might have drawn the face of the person whom i like the least and appear in front of him like that. Of course he was mindblowed. But then, (i won't tell you what happened in between you bloody little notebook-that-likes-to-put-its-bloody-nose-into-someone-else's-life) , he leaned in. HE ACTUALLY FUCKING LEANED IN.

And what is worst is that I actually, for a moment thought he would kiss me. A) WHERE DID THAT THOUGHT COME FROM?! B) WHY HIM?! And C) Why am I talking to a notebook? Possibly because no one else will bother listening to my weird day, so you little stupid book are all that I've left with.

Ugh, that's all for now. Till further notice, (since I'm actually sitting in the boy's bathroom.)

P.S : School life  S U C K S.

Sincerely (not),
Newt.

With a sigh, he closed the small book that he had been holding, and dropped it inside his bag along with the pen that he had been writing him. He rested his feet on the locked door of the small bathroom that he had been in, and while crossing his legs there took out a pack of cigarretes from his pocket.

With a quick move he took a hold of one cigarrete, lighted it up and placed it at hie lips along with putting his lighter back inside his pocket. He knew that Scorch didn't allow its students to smoke especially to the bathrooms since it was a public room. But, since none of the boys ever entered inside, Newt found the perfect chance to hide inside and do whatever he liked.

Besides, no one would be there to give him a lecture about it.

He inhaled the smoke of the cigarrete before letting it escape his mouth and make small circles  within the walls of the restroom. Then, after the smoke was gone he repeated the move only to stop when the cigarette was about to burn out. The blond lowered his look down at his pocket where he felt the vibration of his phone, idicating that he had an incoming call. With an eye roll, he picked it up and placed it at his ear while with his free hand inhaling some more smoke.

"Yes, Brenda?" He answered the call, and shut his eyes leaning his head back for the smoke to escape through the small window.

"I've been searching for you all around the school, where are you?"

Her worried voice was heard with quite some concern and relief making Newt almost guitly of hiding his lack now lack of intrest towards her.

"I'm home," He lied. "I've been feeling weird all day after Edison's class." With a move he cleared the dust from his cigarrete taking an other inhale.

"Newt, I think you're letting all the hate consume you. Get a good rest and I'm gonna come over later at the day okay?"

"I do not hate him!" The blond exclaimed, his voice echoing through the empty room. "I just dislike him very very much."