Cosmic Love || Newtmas

Thomas gets in a fight/Newt's story

"Hey newbie," Thomas felt a shove from behind on the way to his car at the end of the day. "Just who the hell are you?" The voice was harsh on the back of his neck.

Thomas whipped around to see Ben.

"Hi, I'm Thomas," he said, extending his hand.

The boy grabbed it and twisted it. "You think being a smartass is a good idea? Think again."

"Dude, what's your deal?" thomas said, trying to think his way out of the uncomfortable situation.

"You come here from nowhere and beat up one of the grievers like its nothing. I want to know. Who. you. Are." with each of those last three words, ben applied more and more pressure to Thomas's arm.

Thomas grimaced. "I told you shuck face, I'm just new here."

"What's your real story?" the boy shoved him again.

"I moved here and I go to school here and you and gally hate me. That's it. The end."

The boy opened his mouth to speak, but thomas turned ever so slightly so that he could knee the boy in the crotch.

Ben doubled over in pain, swearing. Thomas took his chance and ran.

Thomas sprinted out of the parking lot and and across the grass. He sprinted around the building, he could hear Ben coming after him.

Thomas's eyes caught on something surprising.

In dark alcove, Thomas saw Newt talking to a Crank who pushed the boy against the wall and Newt shoved him back.

Flooded with confusion and adrenaline, he sprinted harder, past the scene before stumbling.

Ben was on top of him in moments.

Thomas fought back hard, but only briefly before a large crowd of people gathered. Thomas felt someone yank Ben off of him.

Minho grinned down at him. "you must just attract fights."

"That's my point!" Ben screamed. It looked like he had lost his mind.

"We don't know his story, he could be dangerous, I mean he fought a griever and won." Gally was there, speaking next to Ben.

"Dangerous?" Snorted Brenda. "Look at him."

"I know Thomas, he isn't dangerous," chimed in Teresa.

"And we can trust you about as much as we can trust him," Gally spat.

"Thomas is a good guy," chuck defended.

Just then, Alby and Newt came running over. "What the hell is going on?" Demanded Alby.

"Ben attacked Thomas," Minho explained.

Newt looked stricken. He pushed through the crowd. "Are you okay?" He asked, grabbing Thomas roughly.

"Yeah I'm fine." Thomas looked at Newt, searching his face for the answer to his unasked questions.

"You bloody shank, Tommy. You can't get in to fights all the time."

Thomas nodded. But all he could think about was Newt and his anger about Thomas and Newt with that Crank.

"Okay everyone, show's over. Come on Newt. We're taking this one to principal Paige." Alby motioned to Ben.

Newt threw a glance at Thomas and then turned and followed Alby.

Thomas watched their retreating backs, feeling dazed.

Everyone left, but Thomas sat down, his head spinning.

Minho sat next to him. "First of all," Minho began. "I've literally never seen anyone run as fast as you, I mean we've got to get you on the track team as soon as we shucking can. I mean damn."

Thomas wanted to feel excited, but all he could think about was Newt. He wasn't even thinking about Ben.

"Secondly, Ben is the worst. Alby will take care of that."

Thomas took a shaky breath. "You've known Newt for a while right?"

"Yeah Newt's one of my best friends, why?"

"What's his story?" Thomas asked.

"Newt moved here from the UK about six years ago. He doesn't like to talk about it, but he and his mom were in a bad situation. His dad was heavy into this drug called The Flare. Sort of wrecks your mind. That's what all the cranks are on." Thomas's heart sank. Minho continued. "He lives in a shady part of town, he and his step dad don't get along and his mom... well I don't really know what's going on there. Newt never really talks about it. And who can blame him. He spends most nights at my house." Minho finished his story. "Why?"

"No reason, just curious," lied Thomas, his mind reeling.

"Okay..." Minho dropped it easily, but clearly still suspicious.

That night as Thomas laid in bed, he couldn't get the image of Newt and the crank out of his head.