First Person P.O.V.
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"I shouldn't have to be careful." I say, with quite an angry attitude as I walk with the group. While we were leaving the dining hall- I, of course, had to listen to the whining of how dangerous he could be. As much as I said, "yeah, I understand," the Ivy Trio's lectures didn't finish.
Thomas looks at me and sighs. "You could use some protecting so that you don't have a toxic friendship."
I huff at his words. "Like you and Teresa?"
Minho looks in awe. "That isn't the best route."
I roll my eyes. "Shuck you."
Newt's brows furrow. "Can you all bloody stop it?"
Thomas, Minho, and I say in sync, "Sorry Newt..." Our genuine sorrow tinting our voices.
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Quiet Ones//Aris Jones X Fem!Reader//
Fanfiction·Quiet ·qui·et ·ˈkwīət/ noun 1. absence of noise or bustle; silence; calm. "the ringing of the telephone shattered the early morning quiet." --- "What could you possibly know about love? The only person you've kissed is Thomas." "I know that you li...
