control // newtmas au

illusion

September 19th, 2001

     "Why do you look like shit?" Newt asked as they walked across the courtyard.

     Thomas knew what he was talking about. He knew he had giant bags under his eyes. He knew his eyes were bloodshot and his skin was pale. He always looked like that, lack of sleep did that to a person.

     "Thanks." Thomas grumbled as he ran a hand through his hair. "Don't worry about it."

     "Okay." Newt shrugged, dropping it as he kept walking.

     Thomas narrowed his eyes, looking at the blonde boy. "You're not gonna ask more?"

     "No?" Newt looked at him with a board expression. "You said don't worry about it, and honestly I don't really care whatever is wr-"

     "Yo blondie!" A guy yelled from across the grass.

     Newt's face broke out into a smile. It was the first time Thomas saw him look anything but downright pissed.

     "Hey Minho." Newt punched the guy in the shoulder when he got close enough to them.

     The boy had dark hair and dark eyes. He looked Korean, but honestly the most striking thing about him was the gorgeous muscles on his arms.

     "Who's your friend? Why does he look like shit?" The boy asked as his eyes fell on Thomas.

     Newt rolled his eyes. "The greenie remember? The one who blew up the fuckin street."

     "You know I'm standing right here?" Thomas asked in complete disbelief. He wasn't surprised Newt was being rude, he was just surprised the way he was going about it.

     Minho frowned. "The babysitting duty guy?"

     Newt nodded, completely ignoring Thomas. "Yeah. So, obviously I can't go with you guys this week."

     Minho looked at Thomas carefully, like he was studying him. "You can't leave him alone for a night?"

     Newt shook his head. "Hank will have my ass. You know he hates me and sneaking onto the missi-"

     "Maybe he hates your cause you're an asshole!" Thomas snapped, surprising Newt and himself.

     "Excuse me greenie? What did you just say to me?"

     "You're rude all the time for no reason!" Thomas flailed his arms, trying to gesture something. He blamed it on sheer sleep exhaustion, he wasn't in his right mind.

     Newt covered his mouth to stifle a laugh.

     "What?!" Thomas was beyond annoyed now.

     "Your attempt at telling me off was pretty funny." Newt shoved his chest, making Thomas stumble backwards. "You get a warning this time, but if you ever..." Newt grabbed the collar of his shirt and pointed a finger in his face "...ever talk to me like that again, I'll make your life hell. Got it?"

     Thomas shoved Newt off him. The blonde boy may have been taller, but Thomas was definitely stronger.

     Newt glared at him. "Listen here Tommy." Newt spat out the nickname. "I don't like you, we're not friends, the only reason I talk to you is so I don't get expelled got it? Don't fuck this up."

     Minho grabbed Newt's arm then. "Yo feisty, settle down."

     Newt huffed and yanked his arm out of Minho's grasp before disappearing completely. He was there a second ago and now where he was standing was literally nothing.