SPIDER-MAN: THE HARDEST CHOICE

"Did Teresa get a new top?" Thomas sighs fondly while propping his elbows up on the table, resting his chin into his palms.

"No. We've seen that before, but never with that skirt." Minho states with a genuine smile.

A girl passes by and waves at Teresa. Thomas had never seen something so angelic before. The way the sun hits the back of her head casting a halo that surrounds her body. She waves back at the girl with a bright smile. Thomas almost sees the scene in slow motion.

"We should probably stop staring before it gets creepy, though." Thomas says with a mumble.

"Too late."

Thomas and Minho whip around to see Newt had lifted his gaze from reading his book. His glasses have slipped down past the bridge of his nose, due to the fact, he had been hunched over with his nose deep within the pages of his book the entire lunch period. He's got one eyebrow lifted accommodated with a slight smirk.

"You guys are losers." Newt states while tilting his head slightly, huffing.

"But then why do you sit with us?" Minho questions, lifting an eyebrow.

"Because I don't have any friends." Newt shrugs, pushing his glasses back up to their original place. Turning his attention back to his book.