Mirror, Mirror - Newtmas

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Thomas walked slowly to school.

He thought school was the worst thing in the world, and he hated the ones which created the whole school concept thing.

Thomas hated school not because of the people, but for the subjects, like math.

Thomas hated math. But he was the best in class.

Thomas was never really late to school, even if he tried to walk really slow, his feet were to fast. Thomas hated himself sometimes for being that fast, he wished his feet hated school, just like himself.

Thomas reached school ten minutes before his English class, which led to a groan from Thomas' mouth.

Thomas went straight (more like gay) to his locker when he arrived at school. His locker was to the right for Teresa's locker, and Teresa actually knew Thomas' locker-code. Thomas didn't know her's, and that annoyed him.

Thomas opened his locker, and he pushed his backpack inside. He found a bottle of water inside his locker, and was about to take a sip, when he was lightly pushed in the back of his head.

His head immediately turned to the left, and saw Teresa opening her locker.

"Hey!" Thomas said, half in anger, half jokingly.

"What?" Teresa said innocent, and Thomas rolled his eyes. "Hey, Tom, I saw that rolling of your eyes. That's a sign of being gay."

Thomas sighed. "I'm not gay, Teresa." He said, and Teresa rolled her eyes.

"Whatever you say Tom. Whatever you say" Teresa murmured, before finding her books, and disappearing into the hallway, packed with a crowd of Juniors.

Thomas sighed again, and found his own books, before going the same way as Teresa did.

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In Charlotte, Newt had just arrived in time for school. Truth is, he always has pretty bad time to get to school, but he always manages to get to school in time.

He was on his way from his locker, his hair messy, to the classroom with his books, when Minho ran past him to the classroom, and pushed Newt out of the way to get inside himself.

"Minho!" Newt murmured angrily for himself, before taking a seat next to Minho in the back of the classroom.

"I shucking hate history." Minho groaned, laying his head back.

"I thought you liked the teacher?" Newt said jokingly, grinning. Their history teacher, Trina, was only 22, and Minho said that 6 years was not much of age difference.

"She's the reason I'm not dead." Minho said, and banged his head against the desk.

Newt let out a cute giggle. "You know, Newtie." Minho said, looking Newt in the eyes, "If I were gay, I would been head over heels for ya. Luckily I'm not gay, who would love a shuck-face like you, eh?"

Newt smacked Minho in the head, a little harder than intended, and Minho let out a harsh cry of pain to annoy Newt while the bell rang.

"And Minho, did you not know?" Newt said queitly to Minho as the class started, "Trina has a boyfriend named Mark. And Mark is hella overprotective."

Minho groaned again, much louder than last time, and the whole class turned to him. Trina had also arrived.

"Dear Minho, what's going on in the back? Having some trouble?" Trina asked, making the classroom filled with muffled laughter.

"Uhm, no, no, I'm alright." Minho started, making his cheeks turn red, "If I did something wrong, it's the British kid's fault."

The classroom filled with unmuffled laughter. "Is there something wrong, Newt?" Trina said, making Newt slap Minho in the backside of the head.

"Minho here needs some time for himself." Newt said, and now the class roared with laughter.

Trina rolled her eyes. "Calm down now, turn to page 320." Trina said.

Minho and Newt grinned to each other as the class began.