Chapter ten

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The boys went to Minho's house but, instead of eating ice cream, they played video games. Though Minho complained that he was still hot.

Thomas wished Chuck could've been there. He would've gotten along great with Newt and Minho. If only he'd had more time . . .

"Alright. I'm done," Newt said, standing up from the expensive couch in Minho's living room. "I need to go get my homework done now."

"Newt, come on," Minho begged. "One more round?"

"You said that last time," Newt pointed out.

He just shrugged.

"Can you finish it here?" Thomas offered. "Then come back out when you're done."

New thought for a second then nodded. "Yeah. That'll be fine. Just don't be loud while I'm studying."

"We make no promises," Minho warned.

Thomas laughed as Newt left rolling his eyes and shaking his head. "I'll hurt you both if you don't."

   "Yeah, sure," Minho waved away the threat. Once Newt left, he turned back to Thomas. "Hey do you know the answers to the pop quiz we have in history tomorrow?"

   "No?" Thomas asked, confused as he put his controller down on the coffee table. "Why would I?"

   "You know," Minho reminded, tapping Thomas head. "Cause of your psychic powers or whatever."

   Thomas rolled his eyes. "It doesn't work like that. I only know a few things and it's really just about you guys. Like what you're going to say or do sometimes."

   "Okay, what am I about to say?" Minho asked, staring at him intently.

  Thomas rolled his eyes again but decided to humor him. "I don't know. But knowing you, probably something like 'Minho is the best'."

   Minho laughed. "Close enough."

   "What was it?"

   "Minho is the greatest."

   It was Thomas' turn to laugh.

   Minho chuckled. "But you really don't know the answers to the pop quiz tomorrow?" He asked again, disappointment in his voice.

   "No," Thomas replied. "And how do you know there's gonna be a pop quiz?"

   Minho winked. "I have my ways."

   "Did you see it in a dream?" Thomas joked.

   Minho grabbed the pillow off the couch and slammed it into Thomas' face.

   "What was that for?" Thomas asked, shoving Minho away with a laugh.

   Minho shrugged. "Just wanted to hit you."

   "Well, the feeling's mutual." Thomas took to other pillow and whacked Minho, making him fall off the couch.

   "Oh, it is on."

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