The Fire That Sparked My Soul- Newtmas AU

Chapter Nineteen

~Mentions of suicide in this chapter. There will be a TW before it happens.

~I apologise for this fic being so rushed and terrible but I will try to make the last of the chapters have more of a focus on Newtmas and less about their school life.

Thomas's POV

We don't have long until our final exams. Studying can a bitch, but it has to be done. I get bored looking at words on paper and writing more notes and answering questions. Six exams are a lot, especially if you hate most of your subjects.

We were sat on the floor of Teresa's bedroom; Minho, Frypan, Alby, Gally, Newt, Brenda and myself, studying. We had agreed that, instead of having a party, we would try and get some school work done first...then bring out the drinks. It's quite a good compromise.

"I swear, I'm going to murder every math teacher on this planet," Minho huffs. "We're not taught how to buy a house, pay taxes, apply for college loans, but I can tell you all about Pythagoras Theorem."

We simultaneously agree with Minho; "I don't see why we need trigonometry, it's not going to save lives," Frypan chirped in.

"I have so much to do for art class," Newt complains. "We have to have five drawings completed by next week."

"I'm sure you'll get it done, you're amazing at art," I assure him.

"Ugh, Fry, do you have notes from Physics yesterday?" Alby says from across the room.

"Here, take my notebook, I'm not using it right now," Frypan says as he throws it across the room. Alby catches it with ease and flicks through pages until he has the right one.

Brenda and Teresa were sitting on the bed, asking each other questions in French and waiting for the other to reply. They were both thinking about going to Paris during summer break. Their conversations kept ending in laughter, but none of us knew what they were saying.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you all something important," Gally suddenly shouted out loud. "We're having an assessment in Gym class next week"

"Do you know what we're doing?" Newt asked hurriedly.

"I hate to tell you, mate, but I'm pretty sure it's running," Gally slowly replied. The colour from Newt's face drained. He slowly put his notebook and pencil to one side and stood up.

"Excuse me for a moment," he mumbled before walking out the room. Nobody said anything. We all sat in silence and none of us moved an inch.

"You should probably go check on him, Tom," Teresa half whispered.

I didn't reply, only nodded my head, and began to walk out of the room. I closed the door behind me and started walking down the stairs. The floorboards creaked beneath my feet and I inched closer to the hallway at the bottom.

"Newt?" I called out as I entered the kitchen. The small bathroom in the washroom was the first place I checked when I didn't see him. Sure enough, that's where he was; the door was locked and I could hear sniffles come from inside.

I chapped the door and called his name again, "It's Thomas. Are you alright?"

"Go away T-" Newt was cut off by a gag, followed by a splashing sound, which could only mean he was throwing up.

"Please open the door," I tried to hold down the nerves in my voice. I heard the lock click, and I gradually opened the door.

Newt was hunched over the toilet, throwing up everything in his stomach. I bent down next to him and rubbed his back gently. I waited for him to finish before I said anything else. When he finally was, though, he slumped back against the wall and rested his head against it.