You'll Be Okay - Newtmas

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It was a Tuesday, third period. Thomas had been sitting in Geometry wondering if a jump from the second story window would kill him when that stupid "DING" rang out. Whenever someone's soulmate changed emotions it made that dumb sound. He didn't bother looking up at his own because it was rarely his.

The curiosity got to him though. Just the fact that maybe it was his. He looked up.

Content

Thomas just lightly shook his head. Was this person ever sad? Or happy? Or literally anything but fucking content. The boy just went back to "listening" to whatever Mr. Janson was talking about.

20 minutes later class was over. He puts his notebook back into his bag and zips it up. Chuck comes up and hits him on the shoulder. "You ready to go?" The young-looking boy says. Thomas just nods and walks out of the classroom.

"So any plans for senior skip day?" Chuck asks excitedly.

"Not yet. I was probably just gonna stay home, to be honest." Thomas replied.

Chuck shakes his head. "No, you're not. You're gonna come with me, Newt, Alby, Gally, and Minho to Six Flags."

Thomas sighs. "I don't like theme parks."

"Well, this gives you a chance to find a newfound love for them with your best buds."

"Fine." The older boy said defeatedly.

Chuck jumped in excitement and then told Thomas he had to go downstairs for art. Thomas just nodded and headed to lunch. When he got there he went and bought a slice of pizza and sat down at his usual spot to wait for Newt. After a few minutes had gone by he heard a "DING" Again, curious, he looked up to see if it was his.

Anxious

Thomas immediately felt bad. He doesn't even know if they go to this school so he can't exactly help. He just gets up and goes to the bathroom since there's no sign of Newt anywhere. He pushes past a few people and gets to the bathroom door and pulls it open. Immediately he notices his friend on the floor, crying.

"Newt?" Thomas said timidly. Newt flinched and hid his face in his hands.

"Go away, Tommy" Newt said with his voice shaking. Thomas didn't listen. He walked over and crouched down in front of his friend.

Thomas grabbed Newt's wrists and pulled his hands away from his face. The boy was shaking and still crying. The blonde tried to pull his arms back but Thomas kept holding on. Newt turned his head away from him.

"What happened?" Thomas asked softly.

"Nothing."

"We both know that's a lie."

There was a pause and then, "Some boys pushed me over and- and." Newt started crying harder.

"Shh, it's okay. You'll be okay. Take your time."

Tears still streaming down his face, Newt sniffed and continued. "They called me the f slur."

'DING"

Thomas was too pissed off to care about his emotion. He immediately let go of Newt's arms and stood up. "I'm gonna fucking kill them"

"Tommy, no."

"Why? That's not fucking okay." Thomas could feel himself get angrier by the second. Who would do that?

"They're not wrong," Newt said softly and sniffed again.

"What?" Thomas was beyond confused. What does he mean they're not wrong?

"I'm gay." Newt finally looked back at his friend.