11:11 PM (Newtmas AU) [✔]

Monday, 11:50 AM

Thomas nervously tapped his pencil on the wooden surface of his desk while keeping his look on the back of the blond's head. The way the sun reflected to his dirty blond hair, made its color like gold and his complexion even paler than usual; In simple words, Newt was perfect in the eyes of Thomas.

However, he couldn't help but notice how limp his shoulders were while he held pen with his right hand and how he hadn't even lifted up his head to face the teacher as he spoke. From time to time, his shoulders shook as if Newt was quietly sobbing --- or trying not to sob, and that only perplexed Thomas even more. Suddenly, millions of questions formed in his mind, clouding his already foggy mind.

Why would Newt ignore him?
Why didn't he sleep with him?
Why wouldn't he glance at him?
Had he done something wrong?
What went through his head?
What had happened to him?

So many questions, with no clear  answers or in the best case, with no actually clear answers.

Suddenly, he felt multiple of small and weak taps at his back and confused, he turned to look at the source of them. And when he turned, there stood Minho who glared at him as if there was no tomorrow, with hundreds of millions tiny little paper balls in the palm of his hands. For a moment Thomas was shocked at  how that many paper balls his hands could actually hold.

«Talk to him!» The asian mouthed, quickly glancing towards the teacher to not get caught.

«I am trying to think what to say!» Thomas mouthed back with clear annoyance.

«Well think harder!»

«Mister Edison?» The science teacher interrupted the two boys with a cold voice. «What mazes is your brain building now?»

Thomas bit his lower lip trying to think of a good enough explanation to justify his talking in the class. However, the ring of the bell saved him from this pointless action. The teacher sighed, and waved his hand in the air as a sign to dismiss the class. He quickly grasped the chance he was given and instantly stood up to his feet and before he could even realise it, he was running towards Newt who was picking up his stuff for the next class.

«Newt!» He exclaimed once he reached the boy, but the blond didn't turn around to meet him. «Newt? You okay?» He asked, but for once again, he received no answer. So while frowning, Thomas took a hold of his hand.

What he saw made him gasp.

«Newt? What happened to you?» He asked once he saw how red and puffy Newt's eyes were but also the dark red and black circles under his eyes. In his neck, there were a lot of small, dark bruises -- he assumed -- which with a first sight seemed to hurt. Newt was a mess.

«I---» He started, but his hoarse voice kept him from continuing. «D-Don't talk to me, p-please. . .»

«Did someone hurt you?» Thomas asked instead, softly placing his one finger at his one bruise. Newt only flinched at his touch and his eyes got filled with fear. He was afraid of him.

«D-Don't t-touch m-me. . .» The blond whispered as tears streamed down his already sore from crying cheeks. «P-Please. . .»

«Who did this to you?» He asked instead, his voice getting filled with anger. What if someone abused him while outside? What if worst? In the thought of that, he went pale. «Newt, talk to me.»

«I DON'T BLOODY WANT TO!» He suddenly screamed, though his voice cracked into every single one of his words. «Leave me alone! Leave right now!»

Thomas flinched at Newt's sudden outburst and his eyes widened. How could Newt ever yell at him like that? Why would he even scream those words?

«Newt, maybe we can----»

He didn't even finish his sentence when Newt bumped into his shoulder and passed him by, with tears running down his cheeks. Yet, that wasn't what made him freeze and stare at nothing, completely lost and heartbroken. Five words, that shattered him from inside out.

«This is all your fault.»