Based off this prompt (That I thought was cute):
high school au where thomas is whining to minho about how it's the end of the world because newt saw his notebook with drawings of newt + thomas in little hearts during algebraI don't own any of these characters sadly, or the books/movies. :(
Please review, favorite, whatever you want. :D
Also, should I do a chapter 2
P.S This is my first fic
The sun was high in the sky; breaking through light scattered clouds, shining into the windows of the large classroom, and bringing the space a brilliant glow. A gentle breeze swept from outside into the opened windows also, letting the room be aired out from getting to hot to handle. The forecast said it would be like that all week, nice and sunny. Perfect for anything.
"Can you /shut up/?"
It was also the last period of the day. On a Friday. And Algebra. Thankfully, it was just a work day. So, the teacher, sat at her desk, leaving the students to work on homework, and/or study for the upcoming test.
But that's not what exactly what was happening in the back row of the class, where two boys sat side by side.
One was the perfect picture. They had papers out; overlapping, a textbook; wide and open and a pencil. And was scribbling down in perfect penmanship. Concentrating with furrowed eyebrows. Trying not to look up and be bothered by the other boy next to him. He wore dark pants, and a blue shirt sleeve shirt, along with running shoes.
Who was slumped in his desk. Arms crossed over his chest, and a pout on his lips Glaring just a bit to his own notebook he had. He wore a white t-shirt, under a black jacket and jeans. With running shoes.
"No, I can't just 'shut up', okay?" Thomas mumbled between his teeth, letting out a long sigh. "He /saw/ it. My life is officially over and done with. He probably thinks I'm a creep. I-I mean, when he gave it back to me, he was all weird..."
Minho grumbled, finally looking up slowly, and turning his head to the desk next to his. "Okay, what?" He furrowed his eyebrows deeper, giving a look of confusion.
"Weren't you listening to me at all?" Thomas sat up straighter, raising an eyebrow a bit in annoyance. Still glaring.
"No, I wasn't, I'm trying to study unlike you, if you haven't noticed." Minho replied with rolled eyes, giving a small wave of his hand to his desk to show what he meant.
Thomas ignored him and looked away again; deep in thought, trying not to look across the room to a certain someone. "Newt. He needed to borrow notes for English." He started, keeping his voice quiet, so only Minho and him could hear. "So, I gave him my notebook...and I forgot there was were some things in there..." Thomas trailed off, eyes sliding to said notebook on the counter.
"Oh? And what was in it? 'Oh! Newts so gorgeous, why can't he be mine?', 'Why are his eyes so pretty?', 'His accent makes me mel-" Minho was cut off due to dodging a rolled up paper ball.
"Hey, I'm just tellin' the truth." Minho continued, and grabbed the notebook calmly on Thomas's desk before he could protest and say anything. He flicked through it, eyes narrowed; looking for anything that wasn't suppose to be there.
When Minho found it, he snorted. All over the page was different font and sizes of the same phrase. 'Newt+Thomas'. Including small hearts.
"See, it's terrible." Thomas mumbled, a small blush rising to his cheeks as he snatched the book away from Minho. Holding it tightly as he trained his eyes on the ground. Not knowing where else to keep his eyes.
Newt and Thomas have only been friends since school started, which was about a month ago. They had been paired up for a science project for a few weeks. Which led them to going over to each others houses to work on it. They both got along easily. But when the project was over, it sorta stopped. The two still said hi when they saw the other in the hallway, or would stop and talk for a few seconds. But other then that, nothing had happened. Maybe Newt didn't feel the same connection.
Maybe nothing had happened. Yet that didn't stop Thomas from thinking of the other boy.
How cute he was.
How good he looked really good in some outfits.
How on point his hair was. And how he wanted to run his hands through the soft blond locks.
How his smile seemed to just light up this whole room easily.
How his personality flowed.
How he didn't bring down Thomas if he didn't get something, or was confused.
How his eyes seemed to twinkle in this way whenever he got happy or excited.
How honestly adorable his accent was. Because really, who didn't like a British accent?
Which everyone did.
Which was also a problem. Everyone loved Newt. He was nice to everyone, funny, smart, charming. The whole package wrapped in one (Newt also had limp, which no one knew how he got. And know one wanted to be rude and ask.)Though most were disappointed because, Newt was openly gay, and proud.
Which also brings up another problem.
A lot of people thought Thomas was actually straight. Including Newt (he thinks) And there was one big reason for that. The smaller one was; he didn't really show it. Nor said it anything about it really. Why should he? It wasn't anyones business. If anyone asked though they'd get the real answer.
He was gay.
Now the big reason was quite stupid.
People thought he and Tessa were together. Which was far from the truth. They were just good child hood friends. Best friends even. He thought of her as a sister, nothing more. Some kids didn't get that.
"I mean, he most likely doesn't like me like that. Why would he? He-"
"Thomas-"
"-He's perfect. I'd never have have to guts to go up and ask-"
"-/Thomas/"
"-him out. He would say no."
"Thomas, he's right behind you."
Thomas froze, tensing as his hands paused in mid air from where they were moving in his small rant. His eyes were locked with Minhos. Who gave him a small smile, then looked to the figure behind him.
Slowly turning, Thomas came face to face with a nervous, slightly blushing Newt.
Of course he'd be right behind him. Of course he had listened to what he said.
This was like some cliche high school romance movie.
"Newt. Hey..." Thomas blushed and gave a small smile, feeling his stomach do the usual flutter. Making him shift in his seat. While also holding on tightly to the desk.
"6:00." Newt replied softly, the blonds lips tugged up into a wider smile; still nervous, but hopeful.
"What?" Came Thomas's confused reply quickly.
"If you asked me out. I would have said yes. And that I'm free at 6."
The darker haired boy stared, his gaze morphed into hope, and a wide grin moved to his mouth. Meeting Newts eyes that were twinkling just like he loved. Thomas felt more confident in himself, and assured that he knew Newts answer.
"Newt would you-"
"Can you guys keep it down? Some people are trying to work remember?"