Ode to the Wicked » Newt

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+ v. ❝I·ᴠᴇ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇᴠᴇʀ sɪɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴡᴇ sʜᴀʀᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀᴍᴇ ᴀɪʀ.❞

Thalia had taken up writing about her day-to-day experiences in a diary, so when she rummaged under her bed and her search came out clean, her blood ran cold. Before her mind could completely dissolve into a stream of curses and 'oh no's', she quickly left the room. She stormed outside, focused only on getting back her diary. Once in the open, she stopped dead. It took her a moment but she noticed the group of boys most likely responsible for the disappearance near the logs. They sat there with their newest accomplice, Thomas. Without another thought, she strode straight towards them. It didn't take long before all the boys' heads popped up and they saw the angry girl headed their way.

“Alright, who has it?!” she yelled before she had even reached them. Snickers ran throughout the gathered crowd. Then, Minho spoke up.

“Newt does.”

“Newt, what the hell, man?” Alby feigned distaste and all the boys laughed again.

“Newt?” she called, moving to stand in front of him. He looked up at her in what she could only call an almost smug manner.

“Yeah?” he replied calmly, his brows raised. She dropped into his lap then, wrapping her arms around his neck, shocking him. Thalia leaned as close as she could while trailing her hands lightly along his skin and through his hair.

“I heard you have something of mine,” she whispered into his ear, causing a shiver to run down his spine. He pulled back slightly in an attempt to keep his composure.

“Did you?”

“Mhm,” she said, beginning to move around in his lap. Now this shattered his stony expression; a blush rose from his neck into his cheeks and he broke their eye contact. She heard laughter from behind her. Thalia realised how public and overtly sexual she was being and bit her lip to stop her cheeks from going red. This was Newt she was teasing; far beyond anything she'd ever thought herself capable of doing. Hell, she was pretty much giving him a lap dance.

“Are you looking for this?” came Gally's voice, and she immediately looked over her shoulder. There stood Gally, her diary in hand. He began to open it, painstakingly slowly. Thalia disentangled her limbs from Newt clumsily, her previous embarrassment concerning her boldness already forgotten. She jumped up from Newt’s lap and then went after him. She tackled him with as much force as she could, and it surprised her that Gally fell. She landed on top of him with a thud and wasted no time in making for her property. However, she was pushed back and they rolled over to a chorus of cheering. Now he had her pinned beneath him.

“Gally, give it back!” she cried, desperately reaching for it, although he soiled her many attempts. And then the diary disappeared again. Thalia didn't realise how close they'd actually been until Alby, Thomas and Minho pulled Gally off. She sat up, trying to soothe her hair and clothes before she saw what the other boys had; Newt stalking away, his expression sullen. Oh, Newt, she exhaled to herself.

 *

Dinner had started off quiet but eventually escalated as the boys tried to cover Newt's lack of appearance. Thalia was happy to go along with the charade, seeing as she felt partly guilty for his hasty departure. Afterwards, she was simply ready to flop into bed and forget the day's events. However, upon going to her bed, she found that her diary had been placed on the pillow. She smiled feebly; Newt must have been the one who saved it from Gally. She felt a little better knowing it had been in safe hands. Well, she decided after a moment, it would be a waste not to enjoy what was left of the night. So, after hiding the diary in a more secure place, she left for the welcome party that was being thrown for Thomas.