Electric Love ☘︎︎ - Newtmas

Chapter Eight

Newt's POV

It's stupid, really. I'm the one who told him that we're not friends anymore, yet I miss him? Well, of course I'm going to miss him if I actually want to be friends with him. It's just that I can't. I am so close to having my revenge, and Tommy's just getting in the way. He makes me a better person and good people don't have vengeance. Plus, he would be so upset with me if we became really good friends and then I carried out my revenge. He'd maybe even hate me.

As much as I'd love to be friends with the brunette, I can't throw my plans away for his friendship. My whole life I've been searching for a way to have my revenge, hours spent drawing out plans, years of hurt and anger. I've worked too hard for this, even though I should put the past behind me and move on. If only there is a way to have both my revenge and Tommy.

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Thomas' POV

"Someone needs to knock some sense into that boy." Teresa mutters angrily, slamming her locker shut.

I let out a sigh, putting a hand on her shoulder in a hope to calm her down a little. "I don't think he's used to having friends, that's all."

"That's all? Friendship isn't rocket science!" She bursts, and I can almost see angry sparks flying off her.

"Okay, it's obviously more complicated than that. But I'm sure I can get him to open up to me. I mean, it can't be that hard, right?"

"Well, my guess is that it's impossible. He's literally the opposite of an open book!" She huffs, fed up of the blonde's now familiar behaviour.

"You've seen how well Newt and I get along. He even gets along well with you! There's got to be some explanation for him acting like this." I say, thinking deeply.

"No offence Tom, but I don't think you're cut out to be a detective."

"You must be the most encouraging person I know." I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"I thought Newt was the sarcastic one?" She asks me, raising her eyebrows quizzically.

"He is." I say sadly, missing the blonde's company and sarcasm.

I hear Teresa sigh next to me, "I'm sure you'll get to the bottom of this, some way or another."

"I hope so."

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"What the bloody hell are you doing here?" Newt glares at me when I sit opposite him in the library at lunch.

"Thought I'd say hello." I smile at him, ignoring how he obviously doesn't want me around.

"You shouldn't have bothered." He mutters, picking up his book and starting to read again.

"What's your book about?" I ask, trying my hardest to keep the conversation going, hoping that maybe he'll open up to me.

"Listen, Thomas. We're not fr–"

"We're not friends. I know." I interrupt him, still smiling despite the sadness gnawing away at my heart.

"Then why are you here?" Newt asks, annoyance lacing his voice rather than curiousness.

"Because something is clearly bothering you. And as we're not friends, you could tell me what's wrong and I wouldn't even care. You'd just be getting it off your chest." I explain to him, feeling determined that this could actually work.

"You really want to know what's bothering me, Thomas?" He looks up at me and I give him an eager nod. "Well, at the minute, it's you. I just want to read my bloody book and you're disturbing me."