In The Morning I'll Be Better// newtmas

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Thomas' POV:

At the end of the lesson, I remain seated. Everyone else in the class gets up to leave, though Minho tries to stay, telling me he'd defend me; I tell him to leave. Newt makes eye contact with me as he walks to the door- he's frowning. I just shake my head. He leaves without any stalling and I'm thankful for that right now; the last thing I want is Newt getting in trouble as well.

As the door closes, Mr Hatton motions for me to come to the front of the class where he waits. I obey, standing before him as I wait to receive the punishment for being who I am. My science teacher pulls the note out of his pocket, holding it in front of himself like a script. I want to snatch it out of his hand as he did to Newt but that would just land me into more trouble. Then he starts reading.

"'Why won't you pay me any attention, shank! I bet you would if I shoved you against a wall later.'"

My neck burns and I open my mouth to defend myself but Mr Hatton speaks again. 

"Thomas, I don't approve of bullying in my class. I've been watching you all lesson and I'm concerned that you're picking on Newton. This note is not nice."

If only he knew. 

"I'm sorry, Sir," I say, "I promise I won't do it again. I realise now that it's wrong."

I put on my most repenting expression. If Hatton wants to believe bullying is what I'm doing then so be it. The punishment for that is probably a lot less severe than the one for wanting to make-out with another boy. 

Surprisingly, his face reveals that he believes me.

"This is your first and final warning. I'm going to be keeping an eye on you from now on and I'm going to red flag your name on the school records only to keep you on track. This will only last as long as you continue to pick on Newton or any other student."

"Yes, Sir."

My Hatton then goes on a ramble about how my actions wouldn't be accepted in the workplace and stuff like that but I just ignore his words. He's now chipping away at me break but I don't say anything as I don't want to test his patients. When I glance up at the clock on the wall the hands reveal that I only have just under half my free time remaining and my only thoughts are on Newt. I need to find him- I want him now. 

I decide to take the plunge in anyway.

"Sir, may I get my food. They might be running out in the cafeteria now."

"Oh." He looks at the clock, "Yes, I guess you can. Just remember what I said, Thomas."

I'm already leaving but nod anyway before slipping out the door. I don't need to get food; I don't have an appetite. I just desperately want to find Newt. Rushing down the corridor, I search every face for his. I've examined nearly the whole school before long but I can't seem to find Newt anywhere; I continue anyway, even as the end of break bell rings. 

Then I spot him. He's getting something out of his locker. He looks as handsome as he did only a few minutes ago and I want to tell him that. Alby's next to him, frowning, but suddenly walks off. I'm worried something's wrong.

"Newt!" I shout as a few people push past me.

He turns quickly, searching the crowd for me and I honestly can't lie when I say my heart almost ruptures when our eyes meet across the corridor. He doesn't look distressed which hopefully means something isn't wrong with Alby. Truthfully, I'm just glad he's okay. 

I rush forward to be in front of Newt.

"I'm sorry," I say immediately.

"Tommy..." Newt says, looking down at his feet before eventually making eye contact with me again, "I forgave you long ago. I just hope you can forgive me too."

"Newt," I step closer to him, fully aware that the corridor is now empty. I lean in and whisper, "I want you. I don't care how sinful it is."

Newt raises his eyebrows, smirking. 

"The Devil won't be able to apprehend all the sinfulness I've produced," Newt whispers, "I'm the worst and I'm glad you can join me being sinful. We can be the worst together."

I lose all will strength after he says that. 

I grab his biceps, spinning him around and drive him back so that he's pushed into the boy's bathroom door. We stumble inside, Newt laughing, as I force him against the back wall between the basins, the floor around us slippery from the water that splashes out. His lips are on mine before I can even press my body against his. They move roughly and it doesn't take me long to kiss back. I want his everything as he proceeds to caress my back with his hands, lifting the fabric up enough to graze my skin. I shiver and push closer, desperate to be as close as possible to the boy that's arousing me more with his simple touch than anyone ever has. 

My hands play games in his soft hair, which is just gaining the first signs of sweat. Our mouths move together like it's a regular occurrence but my heart disagrees. He pulls my shirt up and scraps his fingernails down my back, forcing me to let out a gasp. With my mouth open slightly, Newt slips his tongue in. My legs feel weak. 

I pull back enough to breath out, "Fuck..," but I'm soon drawn back into the kiss, though I can feel Newt smiling against my lips. I can smell his scent when I'm this close to him: a pleasant mix of sweat and freshly cut grass. I hope he knows that I'm falling for him so hard that I want him right here, right now. 

I kiss him even harder, trailing my fingers down his back, slipping my hands down the waistband of his trousers. He moans and it's such a turn on that I almost lose myself. 

Newt jumps up suddenly, hooking his legs around my waist. My lips slip off his but I continue by kissing his jaw, then licking down this jawline. His breaths are becoming rugged and he tilts his head up, arching his back in pleasure- well, what I assume is pleasure. My lips find his neck and I started to suck at the soft skin, hoping to produce a large red mark. Yet, before I can make much of an attempt on it, Newt's pressed a finger under my chin, drawing me back up so that we're face to face. 

"I've wanted this for a long time," he says, his voice breathy. 

"Good," I say, "I want it too..."

My lips are on his again and I don't know how I survived so long without them before. I want to strip and do things I've only ever thought about before but never done. I want to sleep with him now and every night that follows. I want him so bad that it almost physically hurts. 

I don't know how long we're like this- him pushed up against the wall, our lips moving together in desperation, a limbo between keeping things subdued and full-blown sex- but however long, it's the best feeling I've ever felt. My admiration for Newt only gets stronger the more I'm with him. I'm begging for this moment to last forever.

Then someone grabs the back of my shirt and I'm thrown to the floor.