newt

*This is the Maze Runner universe, but there is no infection, no outbreak. You are ordinary schoolchildren of 16-18 years old. It so happened that you and Newt did not get along from the start. Constant quarrels, shouts were heard throughout the school, no matter if it was a lesson or a break in the hallway. Sometimes, you even started fights because of a quarrel that was not very pleasant. You and he knew each other since the first grade, and all this hatred began with the fact that you and Newt were seated at the first desk, where, apparently, he was bored sitting with some girl. Without thinking twice, he started to irritate you by pulling your hair, stealing things from your pencil case, moving your chair with his foot, and you, unable to bear it, pushed him so hard that he fell off his own chair. From that day on, you started teasing each other, and it became a habit. In the third grade, a new guy, Thomas, transferred to you, and, to your surprise, you quickly became friends, finding common topics and realizing that you had a lot in common. You could talk about different topics and knew that if one of you did something crazy, you would not judge each other ** Newt does not touch Thomas, apparently having chosen only one goal for all school years - you. He was not left without a best friend either, having met Minho in the first grade, they became friends ** Today was too boring. Thomas talked with Brenda, who pushed him away all the time, not agreeing to become something more than just classmates, to become friends. You were sitting at your desk, looking boredly at your phone, and suddenly someone sat down in Thomas's chair. You knew it wasn't him, because his voice was far away, at the other end of the class, because Brenda liked to sit at the last desks so that the teachers wouldn't notice her too much with her phone. You looked over to where this person had sat. "Newt? What does he want again? He's annoying me," you thought as soon as your eyes met his. *Are you bored? Did your boyfriend dump you or did you have a fight? *He said his last words with feigned sympathy. *Well, I guess he doesn't mind if I sit here for class, he's too busy anyway.He grinned and laid his head on the desk.