You're Not The Only Professional Party-Crasher in Town

Chapter Three

You sigh as you pick off the last toilet paper strip from a still passed out body whose identity remains unknown to both you and Thomas. "I really am sorry..."

Thomas laughs and stuffs the toilet paper into his almost over-flowing garbage bag, "It's alright, it's alright. I'm actually quite impressed with your skills, they seem vaguely familiar..."

You open your mouth to tell him the truth that it wasn't just "another boy" who accompanied you to party crash Thomas' house last night but you immediately shut your mouth. It's not your place to bring up Newt to Thomas, it might bring up some unwanted memories and you're almost 100% sure that if you tell Thomas it was Newt's idea then he'll go into a rage.

"Want to go out and get some pizza?" Thomas asks as soon as he re-enters the room from disposing the garbage bag.

Suddenly, you're quickly reminded of your lunch date with Newt that he'd arranged last night after scrolling through your blog for the fiftieth time, you know he'll never let you live that down. "I would but I'm going out with Ne-

You immediately stop yourself with widened eyes and then you double over into a fake coughing fit as Thomas stares down worriedly at you asking if you're okay.

"I'm –I'm fine." You take in a breath and pretend to clear your throat, "I think I just choked on my own saliva." You put out slight chuckle to lighten the mood, "Anyway, I'm going out with Nathan again, that boy I told you about."

Thomas flashes a smile but the mood in his eyes don't match his grin and you feel guilty for turning down his invitation so you say, "Raincheck?"

He nods, "Have nice afternoon out."

You leave Thomas's house feeling a little unsure but decide to just ignore it as curiosity gets the better of you because of this meeting up with Newt. You know it's just supposed to be a casual lunch date, with him embarrassing you further because of your blog but you think you'll use it to find more out of the Golden Trio. You have a feeling that there is more to it then just the separation because of different high schools...

"I really like how you portrayed me to be some sexy, mysterious man in this one," he says while shoving his mobile screen into your face, "I never knew you thought of me like that."

"Shut up." You groan and spin your fork around your pasta to gather up a good mouthful. Although the pasta is delicious, you made a grave mistake. It's the messiest food to eat and you don't want to look like a savage in front of Newt.

"So how was cleaning up Thomas's house?" He asks before taking a bite into his sandwich.

You sigh, "It was the most fun I've ever had!" Sarcasm drips off your voice and Newt can't help but smile. "Well, it was alright, but I've definitely had enough of Vaseline for a very long time. Also, he doesn't remember anything except..."

Newt's eyes flash worriedly, "Except what?"

You groan disgustedly, "Except his little intimate time with Teresa..."

Newt laughs as you make an even more disgusted face, luckily you got out from underneath the bed before you experienced some of the real "business" they did.

"Hey, I know, maybe you should come with me to Thomas's tonight."

Newt frowns, "I don't think so. I haven't seen him since..." A long pause takes place and it only makes you even more curious. And it answers your thought about being more to the story than he let on.

"About the Golden Trio, what even happened?" You try bravely, hoping he'll give you a clear answer.

"I told you, we had to go to different high schools." He says simply while staring down at his plate of food. You see his fists clench slightly and looking back at it now, you should have taken that as a sign to not press further...