Control ~ newtmas (completed)

Chapter 10

Newt POV

Thomas is still behind me. 

I don't want to look at him, I'm too embarrassed by what happened last night. I shouldn't have let my guard down.

"I guess none of us are going to school today right?" Minho says from the kitchen.

"I'm not," I reply.

I look at Thomas.

"There's no point in going to school. Plus, my mom wants to talk to me when I get home. I should actually be going now... sorry I didn't tell you that I was staying over it kind of just happened." Thomas says looking at the floor.

I hear the refrigerator open and see Minho pulling out a bottle of water and walking to Thomas.

"Chill out! Will you? It's not a big deal. Here's some water, looks like you need it." Minho hands him the water bottle.

"Thanks. Umm, I guess I will see you guys tomorrow." Thomas finally looks at me from Minho.

He looked at me.

Before I realized it, I looked down.

SHIT NO. WHY. I AVOIDED EYE CONTACT. NO. DAMN IT.

Instead of just standing by the couch, I go get some water. I watch Thomas get his shoes on and once he's done he says something.

Something to me.

"Newt?" Thomas says.

"Yeah?" I look up. 

You don't understand how hard this is for me to do. The thing is... Thomas cares. 

And I feel like I always treat him like shit. 

Yet he still cares.

"I'll call you later? Okay?" He's looking right at me.

"Okay," I respond.

My left hand is shaking. 

Thank god it's behind this counter so he can't see it.

Minho finally opens the door for Thomas to leave. 

"Yo Thomas, don't get drunk again. At least not anytime soon." He says while laughing.

"nahh Imma get drunk right when I get home," Thomas says while walking down the steps. 

"See ya!" Minho yells so Thomas can hear him.

"What the fuck happened to you guys?" Minho asks me once he closes the door.

"Nothing why?" I say. 

"You wouldn't even look at him when he was speaking to you! There's something going on. Tell me. Otherwise..." He trails off.

"Otherwise what?" I say with a smile. He can't figure anything out.

Minho thinks for a couple of seconds.

"OTHERWISE, I will spill coffee on your coat." He says.

"Minho don't," I say.

"Hold on let me go make some coffee really fast," Minho says as he tries to get the coffee maker.

I block him.

"Stuff happened. And yeah, I don't know what to do about it." I say looking at the chandeliers on the ceiling.

"YOU GUYS MADE OUT? HOLY SHIT." Minho has a shocked expression on his face.

"NO. NO. HOW COULD YOU THINK THAT?" I start to run around.