When Thomas mothers best friend suddenly dies in a car accident, her son moved away to Thomas and his family. But they hadn't realized how much baggage the boy had....
This story contains triggers, like depression, self harm and suicidal thoughts. I...
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Thomas left the classroom with a sigh. He hated math and was always glad when it finally was over. His friend Minho had been in the same class as him and that had at least made everything a little bit funnier. He saw Teresa standing and talking to her and Thomas friends. It was Brenda, Alby, Jorge, Chuck, Sonya and Harriet.
" Hey guys," Minho and Thomas greeted them when they reached the small group of students.
" Hey," Sonya said. " I saw that you were walking with a blond kid I have never seen before. Who was he?" Thomas sighed. Sonya always asked questions, no matter how private or awkward they could be.
" His name is Isaac, or Newt as he prefers to be called," Thomas explained. "His mom died a few days ago so now he lives with us,"
" What was the thing he had on his leg? Why was he limping?" Sonya continued asking questions.
" I don't know about that actually," Thomas said. "I guess that he's been in an accident or something."
" But where is he now?" Alby asked. Thomas frowned and started to think. He had actually no idea of where the blond kid could be.
" I don't know," he answered. " Have you seen him him, T?" Teresa shook her head.
" THOMAS! TERESA!!" Thomas and Teresa turned around when they heard their name being called. Thomas saw Teresa's friend, Liz, running towards them. She looked scared and worried.
" Liz, what's wrong?" Teresa asked when the brown haired girl had reached them. She painted and corrected her black glasses that almost were falling off her nose.
"The new kid, the one that lived with you!" She panted. "He was in my class and looked pretty nervous but then he just ran out from the classroom!" Thomas could feel his face go pale. If something happened to Newt, Thomas mother would kill both him and Teresa.
" Do you know where he ran away to?" Thomas asked. Liz shook her head.
"No, but if I would guess I guess the bathrooms." Thomas sighed. It was two different bathrooms on this floor.
" Teresa," He said and turned to his sister. "You check the bathroom beside the cafeteria and I check the one in the hallway, alright?" Teresa nodded and quickly turned around and ran away.
" Sorry guys," Thomas said to his friends. "We'll be back when we have found him." He quickly ran away, to the other bathroom.
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Thomas entered the bathroom slowly. He looked around and saw all the different stalls there. Only one of them was locked. Thomas slowly and quickly knocked on the thin, blue door. Praying to God that it was Newt in there and not some stranger.
" Hello?" Thomas asked. "Newt are you in there?" Thomas heard a sharp intake of breath and then the door clicked, showing a sign that the person inside of the stall had unlocked it. Thomas slowly opened the door and his heart sank when he looked down on the floor. It was Newt inside of the bathroom stall (Thank God). But the blond boy was sitting on the floor, one leg bent, he held it close to his chest while the other leg-his bad one-was outstretched in front of him. And inhaler was lying on the floor beside the boy and Thomas could see tears on Newts cheeks.
"Newt..."Thomas whispered. " What happened?" He couldn't understand the purpose of the inhaler. Did Newt had asthma?
"Don't look at me..."Newt whispered."Please... You know I'm here, but go..."
" I need to know what happened?" Thomas asked. He crouched down in front of the blond boy and looked with sad eyes at Newts face. Trying to figure out what had happened. "Do you have asthma?" Newt looked up at him. If he told Thomas that he had asthma, that could explain a lot. But he didn't want to lie to Thomas. Something about the brown haired boy was really special and Newt liked Thomas.
" I...I..." Newt didn't know what to say. This was not how he planned his first day to be. Tears started to well up in his eyes again and he tried to blink them away, failing though. Thomas saw Newt struggle and he did the only think he could think of at the moment. He leaned forward and pressed Newts fragile body against himself, embracing the boy in a hug. Newt tensed at first, no one used to hug him except his mom. But soon he relaxed. Thomas was careful, avoiding his bad leg. It felt good when Thomas hugged him.
"I don't know what happened but you're okay," Thomas suddenly whispered. New wished at that moment that Thomas knew that nothing was okay and that nothing would never be okay. He had a limp, a leg brace, he was weak, his mom was dead, his dad hated him. If Thomas every got in contact with Newts former "friends" they would only say "That unwanted freak that tried to kill himself?" Newt didn't want to be that kid. And moving away from London made him a new person. Newt would try to make some new friends, he would try to get rid of his anxiety and depression. He would try! And it was Thomas who made him want to do that?
Thomas didn't know what was goin goin inside of Newts head. But he wished that Newt some day would tell him what was wrong. Because Thomas wanted to help the poor boy.
Neither of them knew that both of them suddenly had the Same thought in their head. "I like this boy"
A/N Hello everybody! I'm back with a new chapter that I hope you will like! So I'm running out of ideas and I would love if you would write down in the comments about what you want to read! And I can take any requests because I'm open to everything! So please, write down what you would want to read!
And besides that, thank you for reading and I'll see you guys in the next chapter! Bye! ;)
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