Newt x reader

Chapter Two

As you get dressed the next day, you were careful to make sure your long sleeves covered the new bruises that have formed on your arms and body. Brushing your (h/c) hair and teeth quietly, you slip out the door early, avoiding waking your still drunk father.

You walk to school, taking the long way to avoid being too early, you don't see anybody this early, sighing, you look at the ground and hurry along your way to school.

Succeeding in your plan not to be too early, you're still a little early arriving at school, so you busy yourself at your locker, fiddling with the lock and stalling with your books, you totally miss the trio that just entered the school and were walking down the hallway you're standing in.

Newt, the gorgeous boy with the limp, is walking towards you, along with his friends, Thomas and Minho. Grabbing your books as quickly as you can, you duck into the nearest bathroom to avoid them, calling as little attention to yourself as possible, you wait in the bathroom for a few minutes until the bell rings and you decide to slip out to your class.

Putting your hands in your jacket pockets, head down, you push open the bathroom door and take a step out... bumping straight into Newt.

"Oh..... Sorry." You mumble, avoiding his gaze and hurrying off in the other direction, but you can still feel him watching you as you hurry to your English class.

Sitting in the corner of your class, doodling on your paper, you slip by everyone unnoticed. It's what you wanted... Right?

About halfway through the class, the teacher stands up and announces we will be working in partners.... wonderful.

Avoiding everyone's gaze, you begin to work on the paper alone, as usual, until you feel a tap on your shoulder. Minho.

"Want to work together?" He asks, and too stunned to do anything else you agree, so he plops down into the desk next to yours. "My name's Minho, you're (y/n) right?" You nod, avoiding his gaze.

You work together well for a couple minutes until he reaches over and grabs your paper.

"Hey!" You nearly yell, and then look down and blush, holding out your hand for the paper back. With a smirk, Minho just keeps it from you.

"Ok listen, my friend, Newt, he likes you. Like, a lot. And I can tell you like him too by both your reactions from your little accidental "collision" this morning. Now your both too shucking shy to tell each other, so I'm forced to act as the middle man. You should talk to him."

Standing with your mouth open, you can't even remember how to speak, let alone what to say.

"Uh-" you stutter, then proceed to bite your lip. "What should I do?" You finally give in, and prove him right.

He grins smugly, "Knew it. And I have no idea, but you could try looking up every once in a while, make him feel a little more welcome into your own little world."

The bell rings and he stands up to leave, leaving you stunned from what you now know.