Maze Runner Fanfiction- "Untold Futures part 8"

Hello! How was that little cliff hanger treating you? Not to fear because it's time for the next chapter! I hope it turned out to be all I hoped I would. If you like seeing Newt's point of view make sure to tell me in the comments and I'll try to do more of it!

Untold Futures part 8

~Newt’s pov~

Newt ran outside as quickly as possible and jumped on his motorcycle. He barely got his helmet strapped on before speeding down the road. Where he was going he didn't know, but he had to get out of there. He didn't even consider going home, just to be forced to talk with his mum’s co-workers. So he rode on, weaving through whatever road was ahead. 

He knew he was going way too fast, but he couldn't help himself. Newt was sad, disappointed, mad, but most of all embarrassed. The rumbling of the engine and wind tearing at his body helped to distract him. 

After what he guessed was about an hour Newt finally pulled into an empty parking lot. Ripping off his helmet he panted to catch his breath and calm down. He fumbled with the packet of cigarettes before finally bringing one up to his lips and breathed deeply. Almost instantly he was able to calm down and his heart rate slowed to a more healthy pace. After a minute of just sitting he dug out his cellphone. 

Text sent:

Hey, r u doing anything rn?

The Minster:

No y?

Text sent:

Can we meet somewhere? I need 2 talk

The Minster:

Sure, as long as ur not proposing ;) tell me where

Text sent:

I'm across the street from some coffee shop called The Maze, that good?

The Minster:

Yeah I know the place, be there in a sec

Text sent:

Thx mate

Newt sighed. If there was one person he could talk to it would be Minho. He admittedly didn't have many good friends yet, and he was definitely not talking to his mum. So he was going to have to deal with Minho’s snarky remarks. Talking about his feelings was not something he normally did, but he needed to make sure he wasn't crazy. 

He secured his motorcycle and stopped out already his second cigarette. The teen walked across the street to the coffee shop and went inside to wait for his friend. Newt ordered the only tea that was on the menu, earl grey, and sat down at a table in the corner. 

Not five minutes latter, Minho strode through the door and waved at Newt. The Asian gave his order to the barista, and sat down across from him with his cup. 

“Thanks for coming so quickly Min!” The blond greeted. 

“Hey, no problem. My parents were getting on my nerves anyways. So, I'm assuming this is about Thomas?” Minho questioned. 

“How did you know?” Newt asked, baffled. 

“Oh come on, you can't hide anything from me! Plus it's completely obvious that you like him. What else would get you this flustered?” Minho smirked. 

“Well apparently not bloody obvious enough, he didn't seem to know,” he mopped. “I mean, how more obvious could I be? I do him favors, I struggle through his chess club- it's the only hobby he seems to have, I invite him over, I go out of my way to be nice, and don't even get me started on Gally!” 

“Well, that's Thomas for you. He probably just thinks you have a strange fetish with playing games you suck at,” Minho joked. “So, are you going to tell me what happened?” 

“I messed up Min. I was so bloody stupid! He just kept giving me mixed signals, how was I supposed to know? I don't even bloody know if he's into boys! Let alone me specifically,” Newt puffed, angry at himself. 

“Hey, Newt take a deep breath and calm down. All joking aside, whatever happened it can't have been that bad,” Minho reassured, putting a hand on his friend’s shoulder to calm him down. Newt stared into his cup for a moment, debating whether or not he should actually tell Minho what he did. 

“I kissed him Minho. I bloody kissed Thomas,” he said simply, looking up at Minho, who leaned back in his chair. 

“…I guess he didn't take it well then,” he responded.

“No he didn't. He just stared at me with a blank expression and didn't say anything. It was like nothing had even happened,” Newt told. 

“I don't suppose this helps much, but I'm pretty sure that was his first kiss. Maybe he just didn't know how to react?” The teen explained. 

“Well shuck. You have a girlfriend, what do you think I should do?” He asked. 

“I don't know, that's never happened to me. You should probably talk to him though. If nothing more, he's your friend and you can't throw that away just because of an awkward kiss,” Minho suggested. 

“Yeah, I just hope I didn't ruin our friendship. Please promises me you won't tell anyone about this, I don't need it going around.  And Thomas certainly doesn't need to know I told you!” Newt sighed. 

“Yeah of course. I won't tell anyone, except Sonya!” The teen smirked. 

“No don't you dare! She'd tell Harriet who would talk to Thomas! I'm already embarrassed enough please don't,” Newt begged. 

“Don't worry shank, I'm not that mean. I won't tell.”

•••

~Thomas's pov~

Thomas was unaware of how long he sat, wallowing in his own misery. Only the gentle pawing of Brenda snapped him out of his stupor. He considered calling Minho, but there was no way he could live through the future taunts. Harriet and Alby were off limits too. There was only one person who knew of his crush on Newt, and that was Chuck. 

It took Ava a minute to open her door, but she let Thomas in as soon as she did. 

“Thomas welcome. I wasn't expecting you today,” she smiled. 

“Yes, I was just hoping to talk to Chuck for a minute?” He asked. 

“Of course! He's in the dining room finishing homework,” Ava conceded. Thomas nodded in appreciation, and went to find the boy. 

“Thomas, what are you doing here?” Chuck exclaimed when he saw him. 

“He kissed me!” He blurted. 

“What! Who? Newt?” The chubby boy yelled. 

“Shh, don't be so loud! Yes it was Newt,” he sighed, slumping into the chair next to Chuck. 

“Oh my gosh that's awesome! Why don't you look like it's awesome?” He questioned. 

“Because I messed up Chucky. I was so stunned I couldn't respond, and then he freaked and ran out,” Thomas confessed. 

“Thomas, you mean to tell me you had your chance, but you friendzoned him!” The kid exclaimed. 

“That's one way to put it I guess. I was just so surprised, I had never even considered anything happening between us that I froze,” he mumbled. 

“Well this changes everything right? You can just go explain to him what happened and then you can date!” Chuck suggested. 

“It's not that simple Chuck, we’re not little kids! I can't just expect to turn around, say sorry, and then magically everything will work out,” Thomas snapped. 

“Fine, sorry for looking at the glass half full. Guess I'll just go back to my little kid stuff and stop trying to help!” He rebuked, and turned away from Thomas. 

“Sorry, I didn't mean… I'm just confused and embarrassed about this whole thing, ok?” Thomas tried. 

“Yeah, whatever. Congrats on him liking you back,” Chuck sighed, rolling his eyes. Thomas just nodded and showed himself out. There was no point in trying to have a conversation with Chuck when he got like this. Thomas felt bad for insulting Chuck, but sometimes when the only person you hang out with is a kid it's hard not to get frustrated. 

He had the urge to call or text Newt, but whatever conversation they were going to have should probably happen in person. He didn't know what was going to happen next, and he hated it. At least when his feelings appeared one sided he had some control. But now he didn't know what to do. 

So once again he did the only thing he knew, and that was his homework. If there was one constant Thomas could rely on it would be the presence of homework. Not that he liked it. It was overwhelming and stressful more often than not, but it was able to keep him busy when he just didn't want to think anymore. Thomas supposed it was the same sort of thing Newt did. Everything he knew about the boy, and what he just confessed only hours ago, suggested that his own coping methods involved cigarettes and motorcycles. 

Yet again they were opposites. Thomas buried himself with work, even considered a career that did just that. Whereas Newt distanced himself from it and just tried to escape everything. 

After working himself past the point of hand cramps and the realization that his bedroom ceiling was definitely more interesting than his history textbook, Thomas decided to stop. A peek down the darkened hall told him his parents had already gone to bed, his light the only thing illuminating the area. Thomas packed his stuff up and crawled into his bed. He only needed to survive Friday before the weekend came. 

•••

Thomas didn't need to look up to know it was Newt who entered the classroom almost 20 minutes late. He did anyway. The blond looked especially tired, although it was obvious he tried to hide it. When their eyes met Newt’s face lit up, like he was happy to see Thomas before darkening again quickly. It was as if Newt had forgotten their current, messed up, status before being overcome with disappointment and embarrassment. 

When the bell rang to start lunch Thomas hesitantly went to his locker. Shortly after Newt appeared at his own locker down the hall. He completed his business quickly and without glancing at Thomas he turned towards the parking lot door. Thomas sighed, it was probably better this way than pretending everything was normal with Minho around. 

Thomas went to the courtyard and smiled when he saw Minho and and his girlfriend sitting together at the bench. 

“Hey Thomas! I hope you don't mind if Sonya joins us today,” Minho greeted. 

“Of course not! How are ya doing blondy?” Thomas replied cheerfully as he sat down. He was happy to have the extra distraction. 

“Good! I haven't seen you and Newt sense, like Minho’s track meet! Speaking of that, where is Newt?” She asked. 

“Oh um, I think I saw him going to the parking lot. I don't think he’s eating with us today. Anyways, are you ready for that science test tomorrow?” Thomas said, hoping to change the subject. Minho looked about to say something, but oddly he didn't. 

“I hope I am! You're going to tell me about it after you take it right? I don't have science until seventh period,” Sonya continued. 

“Definitely!” He agreed, happy no further questions about Newt were asked. Maybe I can get through lunch without constantly thinking about him. 

“So how are things going with the chess club? Harriet told me that you were trying to teach Newt to play.” Or maybe not. 

“Yeah, he had his heart set on joining the club even though he wasn't very good. He's getting there though!” Thomas forced a smile. Despite the fact that they didn't do any work yesterday, Thomas could tell Newt was making progress and would only continue to do so. That is if he even wanted to anymore. If they couldn't even look each other in the eye how were they supposed to function as club members. Newt probably wouldn't want Thomas to teach him anymore, extra instruction he would definitely need if he wanted to continue in the club. 

Thomas shook his thoughts away and joined in the conversation his friends were having. He just hopped he could get through the hour without everything reminding him of Newt. 

•••

After school Thomas walked to his locker and paused, watching Newt from down the hall. He really wanted to talk to him, but it didn't feel right. They seemed to have an unspoken agreement not to talk to each other that Thomas was sworn to. What would he say anyway? ‘Hi I just wanted to tell you I actually have a huge crush on you, but I'm stupid so when you kissed me I froze. We good?’ Yeah right. Thomas finally stopped staring and walked out of the school.

Maze Runner Fanfiction- "Untold Futures part 7"

Alright, part 7 is here! Sorry it's late but I think you're going to like this one :)

Untold Futures part 7

The next week was a blur of activity for Thomas. His friendship with Newt grew, despite his tentativeness. Everything Thomas tried to stop his feelings from growing along with it failed. Each time they said goodbye Thomas found himself longing for the hello. Everything around him made him think about Newt. And atop of all this, Thomas had a moral duty to himself to keep his 4.0. 

He certainly wasn't complaining though. Thomas loved being able to eat lunch with his two best friends, being part of the chess club, and staying true to his values when it came to school (even if it meant spending all night behind his desk). Newt being a part of two of those things felt like a blessing and a privilege. As if one wrong move could change everything. 

That's why on Wednesday when Newt asked if they could meet at Thomas’s house on Thursday instead of Newt's, he consented without hesitation. 

“Yeah absolutely! My parents won't be home tomorrow, but I'm sure it's fine!” He smiled. 

“Great! It's just my mum is having some co-workers over but I didn't want to cancel our… Chess session,” Newt replied enthusiastically. 

“Cool, you're not allergic to cats are you?” Thomas asked. 

“No… Do you have a cat?” Newt responded with a raised eyebrow. 

“Yeah, haven't I told you?” He laughed. 

“I don't think so. I guess I'll meet him or her tomorrow. Bye Tommy!” Newt suddenly waved goodbye before leaving. Now Thomas only had one problem. Newt was coming to his house. Thomas quickly drove home, seeing as the chess meeting was over and he had nothing else to do at the school. 

“Hey mom?” Thomas called, walking into the living room of his house when he got there. “I know you guys work tomorrow, but is it ok if Newt comes over after school tomorrow?” 

“Yeah hunny. Is he coming over for your chess thing?” She questioned. 

“Yup. His mom is having some people over at their apartment so he wanted to do it here instead,” he informed. 

“Make sure you clean your bathroom Thomas!” She called after him once he left the room. Thomas went to his room and started his homework. He made sure to finish everything that was due the next day, before looking around his room. 

Thomas considered himself a pretty clean person. He never had piles of cloths or corners stuffed with random junk. The one thing he was guilty of was his desk. It was painted with loose papers, books, and pencils. Thomas didn't think they would be in his room, but you could never be too careful. 

He set to work, collecting the many pens, pencils, erasers, and sharpeners to store in a cup. He moved the books to his shelf, and desperately tried to make them fit in the limited space. He gave up eventually, and resulted in stacking the left overs on his desk. Lastly he collected the few papers and piled them in a draw, not wanted to actually go through them.

Thomas sighed, moving onto the bathroom across the hall. Once he finished cleaning it to his mother’s standards he scanned the rest of the house. The boy went around straightening up, until his mom called him to dinner. It was a good thing she did, because he was this close to cleaning the windows and mopping the floors. He knew that Newt wouldn't notice anything, but he still felt the need to make the house spotless for this boy. Am I overreacting?

The next day Thomas spent his daydreams on hoping for smooth sailing. Newt seemed excited about finally seeing his home, but he was relaxed about it. As if it was just Newt going to Thomas’s house and not Newt going to Thomas’s house. 

It was lunch time and Thomas was in the middle of contemplating what would happen if his mom came home and saw Newt’s motorcycle, when a shadow hovered over him. He looked up from his food to see Gally looming over him. 

“Can I help you?” Thomas asked when Gally remained quite. 

“Yeah,” he scoffed. “You can tell me what the hell Harriet's doing!” Annoyed, Thomas had no idea how to respond to the strange question without invoking more anger. 

“What are you talking about? I haven't even seen Harriet today!” Thomas defended. 

“Oh, ok. That's nice and all, except I don't believe you!” Gally yelled, his voice raising in anger. 

“Look, I don't know what to tell you,” Thomas said. Before Gally could retaliate Newt stood up in defiance. 

“Maybe you should go now Gally. Tommy obviously doesn't know anything,” Newt said calmly. 

“Still got your little boy toy protecting you Tommy?” Gally insulted, leaning around Newt to glare at Thomas. Suddenly Newt was putting his hands on Gally’s chest and shoving him back forcefully. The bully stumbled but regained his footing and was about to fight back when Minho was jumping to his feet and standing in between the two teens. Thomas stood up too and pulled Newt back before anything turned into a real fight. 

“Gally, time to leave,” Minho ordered cooly. When the boy didn't move he repeated the order. “I said get out of here before I bash your brains in slinthead!” With that Gally stocked off. 

“Newt! What was that about!” Thomas yelled once Gally was back inside the school. 

“Sorry, just I can't stand that bloody prat! I didn't mean to start a fight or anything,” he sighed, the anger draining from his face. Thomas on the other hand turned red. He keeps defending me. 

“Yeah, just be careful around ol’ Captain Gally. He’s easily offended,” Minho informed. 

“Right. I wonder what that was all about. Does Gally think you're doing something will Harriet?” The Brit wondered. 

“Oh, it's nothing new. Whenever he doesn't see her in the hallway or whatever, he assumes something. Why he always asks me I have no clue. It's not like I'm her only friend!” Thomas answered. 

“Well that's barmy! Ah, crazy. He needs to chill!” The blond stated, and the others nodded in agreement. 

“And Newt, you seriously don't need to stand up for me like this. He really doesn't bother me. The closer to his good side you can get the better,” Thomas sighed. He didn't need to see the blond get hurt on his behalf. 

“He has a good side!” Newt laughed, and it put Thomas at ease. 

•••

“So, are you going to actually let me ride up to your house this time?” Newt asked Thomas as they walked to the parking lot after school. 

“Yeah, if you can handle the honor of it!” Thomas smiled. They went their separate ways to find their vehicles, and then took off. Newt followed Thomas the short distance on his motorcycle, and pulled into the driveway beside him. Thomas unlocked the front door and they entered into his living room. 

“I warn you, once you step in here your cloths will have cat hair on them for an eternity!” The brunet cautioned. 

“Oh I don't doubt it, especially because I'm wearing black!” He chucked. 

“Why don't we find something to eat, and then we can get started?” Thomas suggested. 

“Yeah that sounds great!” The taller boy replied as he looked around the room. Newt sat down on the couch and Thomas went to the kitchen, looking for something to eat. He came back with two apples to a staring contest between Newt and his cat. 

“I see you've met Brenda!” He cheered, giving the cat a small pet before sitting down next to Newt. 

“She's intense!” The teen commented, gesturing at the furry black and gray cat watching him from across the room. 

“Oh, she'll be like that for a while before deciding if she likes you or not,” Thomas stated with a smile. 

“So, Tommy. You're so focused on your studies all the time, you must have a plan for university?” Newt questioned. 

“Uh, yeah. I've got my heart set on going to college to be an editor or something like that” he replied. 

“Wow, that's really great! It's a lot of English classes I bet,” Newt smiled genuinely. 

“Yeah, but I like English. So what about you? Any big plans?” Thomas wondered. 

“Um, not exactly. School has never been my strong suit. I might go to a community college at most. With my mum and me moving here so recently it's kind of hard to think about it ya know? And then there's the money,” He answered. Thomas was taken aback by this bit of information coming from someone like Newt, but if he wanted someone to talk to Thomas was more than willing to be that person. 

“Yeah I get you. You should do whatever feels right at the moment. I'll probably change my mind about editing a few times before college actually gets here,” Thomas responded, and waited to see if Newt was going to continue. 

“Yeah I guess. I just don't want to disappoint my mum. She's worked so hard to be a single parent, and I shouldn't give her beef for moving us here. She was never a fan of the bloody motorcycle or the smoking but she put up with it, and now on top of that she's worrying about my grades… Sorry. Sorry for just bloody dumping all of this on you, forget it. Let's get to what we came here to do,” Newt confessed. Thomas was quiet for a moment while he took in everything Newt said. He never really thought about how much Newt had to have gone through, losing his father, and then moving halfway around the world. He always just had this front that he was perfectly fine. I guess everyone has their own faces they put up.

“No, it's ok. I don't mind. I can tell you 100% that your mom is proud of you. You both lost and sacrificed a lot to get here, but you made it,” Thomas let out. They were both quiet while Thomas set up the chess board on the coffee table. They started playing and the mood lightened a bit as Thomas politely corrected Newt’s mistakes, and they joked a little. 

After about 30 minutes of playing the emotion filled atmosphere had completely gone and they were able to play without any strange tension in the room. Thomas was only a few moves away from winning the game as he reached to take his knight, which Newt had just killed, off the board. The blond apparently had the same idea, and their hands met at the piece. Thomas’s heart fluttered at the sensation of Newt’s hand on top of his. He expected the hand to disappear, but it didn't, the touch lingering. Thomas stared at their hands and silently demanded that his heart calm down before it pounded its way out of his chest. 

He moved his gaze to see Newt staring right back at him with his blue eyes. Thomas expected to see some kind of defiance and competition in them, over who should be the one to move their hand. But there wasn't. Newt flicked his eyes down to Thomas’s mouth, but returned them to his eyes so quickly Thomas would almost say it didn't happen. Then Newt was leaning closer to him and in those few seconds Thomas knew what was going to happen, but he didn't believe it. Newt’s lips met his and connected softly. 

Alarms were going off like crazy inside Thomas’s mind and all he could do was sit there. NEWT WAS KISSING HIM! In a matter of seconds the warmth of Newt’s lips was replaced with the cold air. 

When Thomas opened his eyes, he didn't remember closing them, the Brit was staring right back at him. Almost expectantly, and waiting for his reaction. Thomas couldn't focus his thoughts enough to say anything. This changed everything. Newt was actually interested in him. Unless it was all a trick, but he refused to believe that. This crush was destined to become nothing more than another high school crush that was forgotten by everyone within a year, but now it had a chance. Thomas could see the panic rising in Newt’s expression when he showed no reaction. 

“Oh God. Oh God, I'm s-sorry. I shouldn't have done that. I-I-I thought… I better go,” Newt stuttered calmly. So calmly that Thomas could hear the shaky panic hidden in his voice. Before he knew what was happening the front door was opening and then closing, and Thomas was alone. 

What had he done. Newt opened up to him and how did Thomas repay him? By not giving him anything back, making Newt feel alone in their feelings for each other. Thomas sat in the same position on the couch without moving, racking his mind for a way to make everything better. But none of the books he read could prep him for this. He just had to be so stuck in his head all the time that when something actually happened, he messed everything up. 

This was nothing like Thomas imagined his first kiss to be like. 

Maze Runner Fanfiction- "untold futures part 6"

Are you ready for the next chapter? I had fun writing this one, but I was a little rushed so I'm sorry if there are mistakes. As always don't forget to comment your thoughts and predictions!

(I did not draw this I found it on google)

Untold Futures part 6

Thomas awoke with a start when his alarm went off the next morning. He dragged himself out of bed and to the bathroom. Immediately he remembered all the homework he had left undone. With a groan Thomas rushed to get ready and raced out of the house as fast as he could. Arriving at the school ten minutes early, Thomas found an empty corner to do his homework. Surprisingly all thoughts about Newt had been pushed aside in his brain and he was able to focus. Maybe it was because the thought of not having his work done was stressing him out. Not that he was complaining, it had been a very long night and he didn't want to make it a long day as well. 

When the bell rang Thomas sighed and packed up his books. He had only gotten through five math problems, but it was better than nothing. He drudged into class and sat in his usual seat in the middle. Not too close to the front but not too far back either, it was perfect. After the second bell rang Mr. Janson started the class on their warmup. Thomas swallowed nervously when the teacher started checking homework. It had been years since he missed an assignment and he was not happy about starting now. 

“Thomas, you only have seven problems done! What happened?” Mr. Janson cried when he got to Thomas. 

“Sorry, I wasn't at my best yesterday. I'll have the rest done Monday and it'll never happen again!” Thomas pleaded his case, hoping to get at least a little credit for his work.

“Ok Thomas, show me Monday and I'll give you half credit. I expect more from you, considering the excellent reports from your past teachers!” Mr. Janson eyed Thomas up and down, as if trying to determine if his standards needed to be lowered for the boy, before continuing on. Of course he's talked to my past teachers. The guy probably knows everything about me. Thomas thought, there was no mistaking it, he found the teacher to be a very creepy man. No matter the subject, he always seemed to know more than he should have. 

Thomas dreaded the thought of telling all his teachers he hadn't done the work. That left only one possibility. He would have to do his homework during other classes. Thomas was never able to understand how people could be so carefree to not know whether or not they would be able to complete their work during the next day. But now he thought he had a little more understanding. So he took out his English homework and attempted to split his attention between it and the teacher. 

When class finished Thomas hurriedly packed his things, hoping to avoid a conversation with Newt. Before he could finish, Newt made it across the room and to him. 

“Hey Tommy! Are you ok? You ran off in a hurry last night,” the blond greeted. 

“I'm fine now, thanks for asking,” Thomas groaned inwardly. The way he said ‘Tommy’ and how he cared about Thomas. Why couldn't Newt just be that careless jerk Thomas first thought him to be? Wearing leather because he could and not seducing Thomas with it? Thomas couldn't deny his crush, but he could make it go away. I'll avoid him. If I'm never around him I can't crush on him!

“Well that's good news!” Newt smiled. 

“I-I gotta get going now. See if I can finish my homework before class starts,” Thomas gave a small smile and ducked out of the classroom before Newt could say anything else. 

He went on with his classes, much of which were repetitions of what happened in math. He did however get more work done than he would have expected. When the bell rang, Thomas started thinking of ways to stay away from Newt at lunch. He didn't want to be mean, but he also needed to distance himself from the Brit. By the time Newt approached him at their lockers Thomas was ready. 

“I have to go to the library today and study for my history test, so I can't eat lunch with you guys,” he stated. 

“Oh ok. Didn't get much studying in last night I take it?” Newt asked, and Thomas got slightly annoyed. His subconscious wanted Newt to be disappointed. Stop it Thomas, him getting sad isn't going to help you! 

“No I didn't. I'm just going to say hi to Minho, and then I'll go,” Thomas felt bad for just ditching Minho after the track meet. There was no way he wasn't going to congratulate him in person. Finally they reached the courtyard. 

“Thomas! Where'd you run off to last night?” Minho called when he saw them. 

“Sorry Min, I wasn't feeling good. But I did see most of your events! You did so well!” He enthused.

“Thanks! And don't sweat it, I'm glad you're feeling better!” Minho reassured Thomas with a smile. 

“Well, I have to go now. Didn't get much studying in so I'm off to the library,” He waved goodbye and ran off towards the library. That was good right? I wasn't rude.

So Thomas went along with his plan for the rest of the day. When school ended and he noticed Newt at his locker, he didn't stop to talk like he usually did. Over the weekend each reply to Newt’s texts were short. He was too nice to ignore them completely, but he was still trying to avoid as much communication as possible. 

So he did what he always did on weekends, homework. Thomas filled his time with all the work he hadn't completed from Thursday, plus the new projects. He studied for tests well in advance, and read ahead in the book for English. Anything he could do to keep his mind off of Newt. 

Monday morning Thomas walked into first period feeling great. He got a good night's sleep, and all of his homework was done perfectly. The one thing he wasn't ready for, was Newt to walk in. 

Thomas tried not to stare as Newt entered the classroom at the last second and made his way over to the empty desk in the back of the room. Thomas felt deprived of Newt with his skinny jeans, leather jackets, and perfectly wisped hair. Ugh! I just need more time away from him. That'll do it. Despite his urge to stay and talk after class, Thomas made himself rush out the door before any contact could be made. 

After fourth period Thomas took his time in packing up his stuff. His hope was to avoid seeing Newt at their lockers. When Thomas got there he saw the familiar blond leaning against the wall, looking at his phone. He sighed and opened his locker. 

“Watcha Tommy! I waited for you!” He greeted in a cheery voice. Thomas’s mind turned, trying to come up with an excuse to leave during lunch again. 

“Thanks,” he said simply. Thomas finished exchanging textbooks so they started walking towards their destination in silence. 

“Ok, tell me what's bloody going on? I feel like you've been ignoring us ever since Minho’s track meet on Thursday! You keep avoiding me, you barely talk, and your texts are… Well not very bloody good!” Newt sighed glumly. 

“Us?” Thomas asked. 

“Yeah, Minho and me,” Newt said, fidgeting.  

“Oh. I'm sorry Newt. It's just, I, ah. Didn't do good on that history test and it's been bothering me,” Thomas claimed, hoping Newt would buy it. He didn't enjoy lying to Newt, but he also couldn't tell him the truth. At least Newt didn't know that he was being singled out. 

“Ok then,” he replied unsurely. “What’d you get on the test?” Thomas swallowed, he was going to recognize the lie. 

“A low B,” he whispered. 

“Ha! Really? You get this shaken up over a B? That's bonkers!” Newt laughed, the worry and hurt expression washed from his face. Thomas let out a breath. He didn't want Newt to feel bad. I'VE GOT TO STOP THIS! Luckily they had entered the courtyard. 

“Hey Minho. Sorry I can't eat with you again. I ah, told Harriet I'd eat with her today. Just came to say hey,” Thomas fibed. Surly Minho would call him out on it. 

“Really Thomas? You've never done that before,” Minho gave Thomas a quizzical look, but didn't say anything more. Thomas nodded and walked away to find Harriet. He didn't want to abandon Minho, but it wouldn't be fair to kick Newt out of their lunch group. All he knew was the sooner he could get rid of this crush the sooner he could stop all of this. 

•••

Tuesday was a repeat of Monday, except worse. Thomas felt hollow inside, like a part of him had been ripped away. At lunch he didn't even go to his locker, but went straight to the library in an attempt 

To keep away from Newt. Noticing his sad look in the hallway later shattered his insides, but he couldn't risk the conversation. He was afraid of what he might say if he ran out of excuses. 

After the long day Thomas pulled up at his house and walked next door to the Paige’s. He rang the doorbell and soon Ava answered. 

“Thomas, come in, come in! You're just in time, I have to go,” Ava ran about the room, collecting her purse and coat before saying goodbye. Thomas simply put on a smile and sat at his usual seat next to Chuck at the table. He wasn't in the mood for small talk so he just took out his homework and started. 

“What’s wrong Thomas?” Chuck suddenly asked after a few moments of silence. 

“Why do you just assume something’s wrong?” He questioned. 

“Because the only time your face looks like… Well that, is because something's wrong,” Chuck replied matter-of-factly. The kid could really creep Thomas out sometimes. 

“Fine, I'm tired of all this lying. Remember the Newt guy I told you about?” Thomas started, letting out a slow breath of air. When Chuck nodded he continued. “It's kind of complicated- well not really. But I like him!”

“I'm not seeing the problem here. What's so bad about that?” Chuck asked. 

“Because… Because I'm not supposed to like him! I've only known him for like two weeks! Plus we’re the complete opposite of each other! I'm me, and, and he's laid back, and cool, and doesn't care about grades. He apparently skips second period all the time-” Thomas rambled until Chuck cut him off. 

“Dude, calm down. Maybe it's just me, but I don't see anything wrong with it. They say opposites attract you know. Give him a chance!” Chuck proclaimed. 

“First of all, that's with science not people! Also, it's not that simple. I can't just avoid my friend for a week and then ask him out! Not that I even would ask him,” He reasoned. 

“Fine then, wait awhile. But you can't just keep ignoring him, it's not going to do any good,” the boy suggested. 

“Well...” Thomas started, but he couldn't think of any good arguments. “When did you get all wise?” 

“I don't know. But you should ask him out. You'd be so much cooler dating Newt!” Chuck declared excitedly. 

“And here we go!” Thomas laughed, and he felt good. It was liberating to get that off his chest. And although he knew he should be nervous he was calm. 

•••

The next day Thomas was tentative about avoid Newt. He had a small conversation with him after math class, but still kept some distance. 

When they met at lunch, Newt seemed to be watching for Thomas to say he had to go for one lame reason or another. It wasn't until the shorter boy sat down next to Minho on their bench that Newt relaxed. 

Oddly enough Thomas trusted what Chuck told him to do. Kids were always able to stuff away all the drama and focus on what should be accomplished. He wasn't even fazed by that fact his crush was a boy. World peace? Ok, stop having wars. Of course that's easier said than done, but it's better to fail trying than to not try at all, right? 

Thomas found himself diving into conversations with Newt as if his life depended on it. Lapping up everything and anything he could to fill his system. He was a little ashamed of being so needy, but he couldn't help it. Once he got passed the denial all he really wanted was to be around Newt. 

The second chess club meeting was that afternoon, and Thomas half expected Newt to ditch. He wasn't that good at it, and Thomas certainly hadn't helped encourage him by ignoring him. To his surprise, when he got to his locker, Newt was there waiting for him. 

“You ready to play some chess Tommy?” He greeted happily. 

“Uh, yeah. Are you though? Today's the last day they're going to hold your hand and walk you through the basics ya know. You better pay close attention!” Thomas offered with a laugh. 

“Yeah, but you're still going to help me right? That is if you're still free to come over tomorrow?” Newt asked casually. Thomas’s heart fluttered as if Newt has just asked him on a date, although he knew he wasn't. All Newt wanted was to hang out with his friend and learn chess. 

“Ye-yeah I'm free,” he answered blankly. By this time the two boys had reached room 250. 

“Oh good, you're here Thomas! Now we can get started,” Albert said, giving Thomas a look that said don't be late again. 

“Sorry Alby. So, we're doing the same thing as last week right?” He asked, taking his place in the front. He couldn't remember exactly how he became a leader of the club, it sort of just happened. 

“Yeah we are,” Harriet told him. “Ok everyone, we're going to have you get in the same groups as last week. We'll spend one more day teaching you the basics and then move on from there!” She told the group of students sitting around the room. Everyone got up and moved to their corner, including Thomas, Harriet, and Albert. 

Thomas found that his group had reduced from three people to only two people. “Looks like we lost Beth!” She reminded me of Gally anyway. Thomas started teaching Zart and Jeff, all the while keeping an eye on Newt. He knew there was nothing to be jealous of, Newt had openly said he was gay. Plus he wasn't even Harriet's type. All the same, he couldn't help wanting to keep them apart. 

Somehow Thomas was able to make it through the hour without doing anything regrettable. “So, how'd you do this time?” He asked Newt on their way to the parking lot. 

“A little better than last time. I still need a lot of help though!” He laughed in response. 

“Well I'll come over tomorrow and we'll see where you're at. It can't be that bad!” Thomas joked. 

•••

Thursday was a lot like Wednesday. He went along with his plan of not avoiding Newt. He made it through the school day without embarrassing himself, and now he only had to make it through a few hours at Newt's house. Surprisingly, Newt never asked him what happened over the past few days. 

He imagined a future day, when they were dating, and looking back at these first moments. Newt would laugh at how Thomas had acted when he found out the reason. Thomas would laugh too and they would-

“Tommy! Earth to bloody Tommy!” Thomas was pulled from his daydream by a hand waving in his face. 

“Sorry, what were you saying?” Thomas asked, embarrassed to be daydreaming about Newt while standing right in front of Newt. 

“I asked if you remember the way to my apartment, because I have to drive my motorcycle,” he clarified. 

“Um, yeah I think so. I'll just follow you,” Thomas coughed. He left him at the edge of the parking lot to go find his car before Newt could notice his blush. Since when did I start thinking we would ever be a couple?

finally they pulled into the parking lot of Newt’s apartment building, and met at the door. He watched as the blond stomped out a cigarette before opening the door to the apartment building. 

“Does your mom know you smoke? Because simply putting it out isn't going to hide the smell,” Thomas said matter-of-factly. There was another reason that Thomas shouldn’t like Newt. But it makes no difference how I feel.

“Yeah she does. She's not happy about it, but she can't stop me… Sorry about the smell,” he replied. 

Newt led the way through the lobby, up the stairs, and to the third door on the left. Thomas took special note of the use of stairs instead of the elevator. Newt unlocked the door and they were immediately greeted with a hot burst of air. 

“Mum! What's with the heat?” Newt exclaimed, and closed the door behind them. Newt's mom was in the kitchen, wearing a frilly apron. 

“Hi boys! Sorry, I was just trying to do some cooking and well, I burnt some stuff. So that's why it's hot. It really throws a spanner in the works of my dinner plan though,” she laughed. Thomas noticed pans on the stove top, filled with food that was burned to a crisp. 

“She means like a curveball,” Newt whispered in Thomas’s ear and he was immediately thankful for the translation. They sat down on the couch, and Newt cleared away space on the coffee table for the chess board. 

Thomas rolled up his sleeves in an attempt to fend off the heat. Newt however slipped off his leather jacket to reveal a white shortsleeve tee shirt underneath. Thomas held his breath as he absorbed Newt’s bare arms for the first time, noticing every curve of his muscles. Quickly he turned away and focused on the chessboard before he could be accused of staring.

“Ok, so I want you to set up the board this time,” Thomas said, wanting to get right to work. Impressively, Newt was able to set up the game without any help from Thomas. “Great! So can you remember what each piece does?” 

“That's where my memory fails me!” The Brit sighed. 

“No worries, I'll just explain it again. Make sure you're listening,” Thomas offered. 

“Sorry to interrupt boys, but I made you a snack!” Newt’s mom said, approaching them with a plate full of cheese and crackers. 

“Oh, thank you Ms.-” Thomas paused. He had no idea if Newt's mom still used his dad’s last name or not. Or if Newt did for that matter. It seemed too personal a question to ask. 

“You can call me Helen!” She gave him a reassuring smile, and went back to the kitchen. “Oh and Newt, I got called into work so I have to leave soon. You'll have to find your own dinner I'm afraid.”

“Ok, thanks mum!” Newt called, and returned his attention to Thomas. He started explaining the abilities of each chess piece just like he did last week, and got lost in the magic of the game. He was so focused that he almost didn't notice when their hands or arms brushed each other. Or feel Newt’s gaze on him as if he were only half paying attention and half just watching Thomas. But that was only his imagination, right?

“Ok I think I've got it,” Newt said after Thomas finished. “Hey, what's the deal with this Albert guy. Or Alby? Whatever his name is!”

“Oh, yeah. Alby’s the only senior in the club. He can be pretty strict, but once you get to know him it's a big softy. Do not call him Alby though. Harriet and I came up with the nickname last year and he hates when people he barely knows call him that!” Thomas explained. 

“Oh so you're all high and mighty because you get to call him Alby?” Newt joked. 

“Stop it, you know what I mean!” Thomas laughed. He loved hanging out with Newt and being able to laugh with him. It just felt right to him. Thomas was extremely grateful to Newt for not giving up on him after the way Thomas acted the past week. 

Maze Runner Fanfiction- "Untold Futures part 5"

Hello! I'm here with part 5, I hope you like it. I should tell you I know nothing about track meets so just pretend this is how they go. The only thing I did was look up the lengths of them. Also, I know earlier I said Minho was in cross country but I changed it so deal.

Untold Futures part 5

The next day in math Thomas noticed that Newt was on time for once and seemed to be paying a little more attention in class. Maybe I'm wearing off on him. Thomas laughed silently at the thought. After class finished Newt came up to him. Thomas couldn't help but notice the remnants of the cut still lingering on his cheek.

“All right?” The boy asked and Thomas thought he had missed something.

“Alright what?”

“It just means how are you,” Newt explained. Thomas might have been getting used to the blond’s Britishness, but that didn't mean it made any more sense to him than to the next guy. He had to admit though, Newt was being very patient with him and Minho.

“Well I'm good, how are you?” Thomas replied.

“I'm fantastic! We still on for chess tonight?” Newt questioned.

“Yeah of course. See ya at lunch!” Thomas called and he walked down the hall to his first honors class of the day.

•••

At lunch the three boys sat together in the courtyard, devouring their food.

“Our first track meet is tonight!” Minho exclaimed with a mouthful of meat.

“That's cool! Tommy, we should go after our chess thing. What time does it start?” Newt planned with excitement.

“It's from six to eight. You guys should totally come to it!” Minho answered.

“I don't know, I've got a history test I need to study for tonight…” Thomas stated. He was already going to be spending a few hours at Newt’s house, and he didn't want to waste any more time that he could be using to study. Not that hanging out with Newt, and teaching him chess was a waste of time.

“Oh come on Thomas! In all the time I've known you you've never gone to my track meets! I've never even seen you at a pep rally!” Minho blurted. Newt looked at Thomas with a surprised look flooding his whole face.

“You've never bloody been to a sports event!” Newt yelled more than asked.

“Well, sure I have. If you count that one time-” Thomas started explaining, but Minho cut him off.

“No, I don't count that!” Newt looked at Minho and back to Thomas with a confused looked that made one of his eyebrows lift.

“What time? What happened?” Newt asked no one specifically. Minho’s stare cut into Thomas, conveying a silent message. Newt only looked more confused and Thomas laughed to himself at the blond’s face.

“One time Minho-” yet again, Thomas was interrupted by the Asian boy.

“Thomas I will find you, and I will skin you, if you tell him. We promised never to speak of that again,” Minho said in a threatening voice. Thomas sighed, he knew Minho was only joking, as usual, but he left it alone. Seemly happy with Thomas’s silence, Minho relaxed his stare. “So, you two are coming? Sonya already said she’d be there and you guys could sit together!”

“I understood that reference. Nice usage. And yeah, we’ll definitely be there!” Newt announced, much to Thomas’s dismay.

“Hey, I never agreed to this! Newt, if I'm at your house all afternoon and then the meet all evening, I'll have no time to study,” he persuaded.

“Oh come on Thomas! It's one test, you'll do fine without studying!” Minho sighed.

“He’s right you know. Plus, you can always study during the meet,” Newt added. Thomas had to admit, they did have a point. He wouldn't be able to study as much, but it could be good for him to get out and do something with his friends for once.

“Alright, fine. I'll go, but only if my mom says yes,” Thomas quickly added the last part. If he asked her to, she could make up a reason for him to stay home. Thomas decided to wait until after school to text her. That way he could think about it.

“Ha!” Minho exclaimed, and he high fived Newt on the victory. “So, what's this date you two have?” Minho enquired with a smirk.

“It's not a date!” Newt yelled a little too quickly.

“I'm just going over to teach him chess,” Thomas clarified calmly. Newt clearly wasn't able to tell when Minho was being sarcastic yet. Thomas however had known the boy for years, and was unfazed by the comment, unlike Newt who was noticeably blushing. Minho and Thomas simply laughed at his reaction.

•••

After the last bell rang, symbolizing the end of the day, Thomas made his way to his locker. After exchanging the supplies he would be taking home, he walked over to where the tall blond stood next to his own locker.

“Hey, you ready to go?” Thomas asked him, and the boy jumped, unaware of Thomas’s presence behind him.

“Bloody hell Tommy don't do that!” Newt yelped.

“Sorry!” Thomas smiled. He had to admit, it was pretty entertaining to see Newt scared. “So, you ready or am I going to have to wait a few years?”

“Ha, very funny. Yeah, I'm ready!” Newt started walking towards the door and Thomas jumped to catch up. “So, we taking my motorcycle?”

“No! I am not riding that thing again! Plus, my chessboard is in my car. I'll drive us there and back for Minho’s meet. You can ride your motorcycle home after. With me staying perfectly safe in my car the whole time!” Thomas elaborated, and smiled to himself.

“Fine, be that way. So your mom approved of Minho’s meet?” Newt asked as they arrived at the old car.

“Oh shuck, I forgot to tell her!” Thomas whispered loudly. He pulled out his phone to text his mom.

“Hey, watch your language there Tommy! You kiss your mother with that mouth?” Newt teased.

“Shuck is not a swear word Newt!” Thomas just rolled his eyes and got in the driver’s seat of his car. Newt gave directions as they drove, and in a matter of minutes they were outside the boy’s apartment building. Before getting out Thomas checked his phone for a reply from his mom.

Mom:

Of course you can go! Don't stay out too late, love you Thomas!

Text sent:

Thanks mom, I'll be home by 8:30. love you too.

Thomas sent his reply and looked up to see Newt was already at the front of the building. He grabbed the chessboard from the backseat and jogged to the waiting blond.

“What took you so long?” He asked when Thomas stopped next to him, and they walked inside.

“I was checking my phone, my mom said I could go,” Thomas explained. This was it, he was going. Newt led him inside and to the elevator on the other side of the lobby. They stepped in and departed for the second floor.

“You know, we could have just taken the stairs. It's only one flight,” Thomas suggested.

“Well, too late now. We're already in the lift,” the doors slid open and Newt turned left, stopping three doors down he took out a key. The door opened into a cozy living room and adjoining kitchen with a hallway leading to other rooms.

“Mom, we're home!” Newt called and he slung his backpack off and onto the floor beside a white couch. A tall women with short blond hair came out of the hallway and smiled.

“Hi Newt! And you must be the Tommy I've heard so much about!” Her voice was laced with an exent impossibly thicker than Newt's. Thomas swallowed. Newt talks about me?

“Ah, it's Thomas actually. It's nice to meet you,” Thomas offered his hand for her to shake. She laughed at his formality, but shook the hand anyways.

“It's nice to meet you too, Thomas. Well, I'll leave you two alone!” She smiled and disappeared down the hall again. Thomas looked at Newt, who was blushing slightly. He looks cute when he blushes. Wait, what!

“Sorry about that,” the Brit laughed nervously. “You want something to eat?” Newt quickly turned towards the kitchen and Thomas followed him. He watched as the Brit threw together cheese and ham sandwiches for them. They sat down at the table in the kitchen and Thomas attacked his sandwich with a hunger he didn't know was there.

“So Tommy, I've been dying to know what that thing you and Minho were talking about was,” Newt said between bites.

“What thing?” Thomas tilted his head and looked at the blond, trying to remember what he was referring to.

“The thing about a sports game, and Minho wouldn't let you talk about it!” Newt clarified.

“Oh that! Don't you dare tell Minho I told you, but last year he dragged me to a football game. But instead of paying attention,” Thomas started laughing as he remembered the night. Once he regained control of himself he continued the story. “So Min falls asleep, and starts drooling on my shoulder! Everyone around us saw him, and he got so embarrassed, it was great! I had to drive him home because I was afraid he would fall asleep behind the wheel!” Thomas bursted out laughing, and Newt joined him as the image of a drooling Minho sank into his mind.

“Wow, now that's funny. I can see why Minho didn't want you to talk about it!” Newt said as they calmed their laughing.

“So, ready to learn chess?” Thomas asked as he slid the game towards them.

“Oh yeah, of course!” Newt stuffed the last bit of sandwich into his mouth and dusted off his hands. He watched Thomas as he took out the pieces and set up the board.

“So, do you know what each piece is called?” Thomas asked as he finished setting up.

“Ah, I know this is the king. I think this one’s the queen, and these are Knights,” Newt stated and he pointed at each respecting chess piece.

“That's right! And these are rooks, bishops, and pawns. So, each piece moves differently, the pawn can only move forward one space at a time except on their first move when they can go two spaces. Are you listening to me Newt?” Thomas noticed Newt didn't seem to be paying attention to him.

“What? Yeah, I just zoned out for a second there sorry. You were talking about, um, what the pieces do,” Newt smiled sheepishly at Thomas's heavy sigh.

“So, as I said. Each pawn can move two spaces forward on their first move, but after that it's only one space.”

•••

“Ok, so I think I've told you everything you need to know. Let's play a game!” Thomas thought Newt had done more ‘zoning out’ than listening, but what could he do. Maybe he actually was listening, and Thomas didn't realize it. Either way, he would find out in this game.

“Alright, so who goes first again?” Newt asked.

“White does, so I'll go. Now, when you move a piece and take your finger off of it you have to keep it there. But if you keep your finger on it, you can move it back and play a different piece if you want. Make sense?” Thomas explained as he demonstrated.

“Yeah, sure,” Newt nodded his understanding.

“Good! Let's start,” Thomas put all the pieces back where they belonged and made his first move.

•••

“Wow. No offense Newt, but that… Was not the best I've seen a beginner do,” Thomas stated carefully after their game finished. Turns out he probably wasn't listening. He thought with a laugh.

“Well, I'll just half to practice then! Don't give up on me yet Tommy!” Newt said cheerily. A little too cheery if you asked Thomas.

“Newton!” The Brit’s mom appeared from the hallway, hands on her hips and pulled Thomas from his thoughts. “You better have a bloody brilliant explanation as to why you've been marked absent for second period again!”

Thomas looked from Newt to his mom uncomfortably before muttering “I need to use the restroom” And excused himself down the hall. Newt’s been skipping classes? On his quest for the bathroom Thomas stumbled upon what he assumed was Newt’s bedroom. A queen sized bed pushed up against the wall. Clothes spilling out of draws and pooling on the floor. One shelf, kept cleaner than the others caught his attention. It held a series of carefully lined up action figures, that Thomas didn't recognize. Not wanting to invade Newt’s privacy he continued on his way and found the bathroom.

On his way back to the kitchen table, Thomas stopped before exiting the hall. He didn't want to interrupt the conversation.

“Look Newt. I know you didn't want to move here, but I'm doing my best without your father here. You know I had to take this job,” Thomas heard Newt’s mom say. Her ’you're in big trouble’ voice replaced with ‘the concerned mother’.

“Whatever mom,” Newt sighed and Thomas could hear the eye roll in his voice. He took this as his cue to enter the room, not wanting to be caught spying. He found Newt and his mom sitting across each other at the table.

“Tommy, we should probably leave now,” Newt stated when he noticed the brunet.

“What?” What does he mean leave?

“To Minho’s meet. Remember? It starts at six!” Newt elaborated, seemingly avoiding eye contact with his mom. Thomas looked at his watch in supersize. 5:37

“Yeah, I guess we better go!” Thomas replied, and he moved to put the chess board back in its box. The tension in the room was almost unbearable for Thomas as he did so. Luckily it was broken off quickly.

“You boys have fun then!” Newt’s mom, back to her cheery voice again, stood from the table and left the room.

“Thank you for having me!” Thomas responded politely as he finished putting the game away. After the boys left the apartment, Thomas insisted they take the stars down. A little exercise and energy conservation never hurt anyone. They were silent as they got in Thomas’s car to make the drive back to school. Normally Newt would have filled the silence, but he didn't. Maybe it's something his mom said?

“Newt, you know you can talk to me about stuff right?” Thomas stated as he tried to break the awkwardness in the least awkward way possible, but judging by Newt’s response he had failed.

“Yeah Tommy of course,” he replied, followed by a sigh that Thomas didn't think he was supposed to notice. What happened in the five minutes I wasn't there? Before Thomas could think of anything to lighten the mood they arrived at the high school.

The parking lot was only half full of cars, all supposedly going to the track meet. Thomas grabbed his backpack from the backseat. Newt made fun of him but Thomas simply reminded him it was his idea. When they reached the track, Newt broke out of his stupor as they watched the many people milling about the bleachers.

“Hey, there's Minho and Sonya!” Newt pointed to the corner of the track that was closest to them, and sure enough the king of sass and his girlfriend stood talking.

“Let's go say hi!” Thomas chirped happily. They made their way through the small crowd and walked up to the pair. “Hey Min, Sonya!” Thomas greeted.

“Well, would you look at what the cat dragged in!” Minho responded as he gave both boys a hug.

“When Minho told me you were coming Thomas I thought he was joking, but I guess I was wrong!” Sonya exclaimed with a laugh.

“See babe, I told you miracles happen!” Minho smirked, and Newt laughed out loud. God I love that laugh…

“Alright, I get it. I don't get out much!” Thomas chuckled.

“You're right you don't, which is why you just lost me five bucks to Harriet!” Sonya whined. Thomas’s chin almost fell open as he looked at Sonya in astonishment.

“You-you bet on me?” Sonya nodded with a smile playing on her lips, which caused Newt to burst into a fit of giggles. The Brit’s laugh was contagious, and before long the whole group were laughing their heads off.

“Minho! Rap it up!” All four heads turned to see Minho’s coach standing with a group of teens who made up the track team.

“Good luck Minny!” Sonya squealed and she threw her arms around him in an excited hug. With a fist bump to Thomas and Newt, Minho turned and walked towards his team.

“Minny?” Newt asked Sonya, actually speaking for the first time.

“He pretends to hate it, but I know he secretly loves it when I call him that!” She shrugged.

“Hey, we should probably find a seat before they start,” Thomas suggested, and the three teens walked to the bleachers to find a spot. It didn’t take long before Sonya pointed out three empty spaces in the middle of the bleachers. Immediately after sitting down Thomas opened his backpack and took out his history textbook.

“Ok, I guess I should have seen this coming!” Sonya giggled at Thomas.

“Common Thomas we just got here! At least spend some time in the present. No pun intended,” Newt suggested.

“Fine,” Thomas sighed and he put his textbook away. Something he definitely wouldn't have done before. Maybe a little bit of Newt is rubbing off on me as well.

The three of them watched as all the participants lined up for the first event, Minho was not one of them.

“So where are Minho parents? Do they come to his meets?” Newt wondered once the teens started running.

“Oh of course they do! They're extremely proud of him, considering he's the best out of the whole team!” Sonya declared with pride.

“Wait, you're bloody kidding. He's not actually the best is he?” Newt inquired with an astonished expression.

“It's the truth! He may not be the fastest, but he's got unbelievable stamina, and he's placed in more events than anyone on the team!” She informed.

“Well that's fantastic!” He responded. Sonya and Newt continued to talk so Thomas sneaked his Textbook back out. However it was too hard to concentrate with the the noise around him.

Finally Minho’s first event arrived, a 300 meter sprint. Thomas put down his work and watched as Minho along with two other competitors for Glader High walked onto the track and eyed up the other schools. All the participants crouched down and awaited the starting bell. When it rang, they burst to life and dashed around the track.

Once they reached the last lap everyone could see it was between Minho and someone from a different school. Thomas, Newt, and Sonya started chanting Minho’s name and soon everyone around them joined in. When they reached the last ten yards Minho worked his legs incredibly faster and pulled ahead. He crossed the finish line with a triumphant fist held in the air. Sonya and Newt stood up and started cheering, so Thomas joined them as he watched the other competitors run across the finish line looking just as tired as Minho. The runners disappeared inside somewhere Thomas couldn't see, and the crowd calmed down.

“See Thomas, isn't this worth your time?” Sonya joked after they sat down.

“Haha very funny,” Thomas rolled his eyes. “But yeah, it is pretty exciting.” The events went on and Thomas ended up doing more watching than studying. Actually a lot more, as he had completely forgotten about his textbook. It was interesting even when he didn't know any of the participants.

Minho competed in the 800 meter dash and the 400 meter relay where each team member only had to run 100 meters. Placing second in both of them. According to Sonya he only had one event left: the 110 meter hurdles.

Thomas also found himself amused by Newt’s excited auditude. He was like a little kid in a candy shop. It got to the point where he noticed himself watching the blond just as much as the running. Why do I keep doing this? Thomas thought it all through in his mind, replaying the time he spent around Newt. The way he cared about how him, found his blush adorable, and his laugh enticing. How Newt was able to make him do things no one else could, like ride a motorcycle and go to the track meet. How throughout the whole week he couldn't stop just watching him.

Then realization hit him like a bulldozer. Did he like Newt? No, I must just be overreacting. But as much as he wanted to, Thomas couldn't think of any other explanation to his feelings.

“Tommy, are you ok? You look really pale!” Newt suddenly said with a concerned look painted on his face. It took a moment for Thomas to process his words, and he slowly nodded.

“I-I'm fine,” Thomas tried his best to make his voice sound strong but it came out as a quiet murmur. Thomas turned his gaze from Newt's expectant one to the track and tried to focus in what was happening, but he couldn't do it.

“I think I'm going to go home,” he said in a whisper. “I'm not feeling too well,” and it wasn't a lie, as Thomas felt his insides churn.

“Do you want me to drive you?” Newt offered, but that seemed like the worst idea to Thomas. He just wanted to be alone.

“No, that's ok. Tell Minho good job for me,” with that Thomas scooped up his things and made his way down from the bleachers and to his car. He turned the radio way up in his car as he drove home, trying to push away the thoughts that wouldn't leave him. But all he could hear was gay! Thomas your gay! Gay!

Thomas had no problem with people who were gay. Newt was gay and he was fine with it. His uncle had come out a few years ago and Thomas didn't even bat an eye. But he never even considered himself that way. He had never found himself attracted to another guy, but now that he thought about it there had never been any girl either. It was always just school.

Thomas pulled his car into the driveway of his house unlocked his front door, where he was immediately greeted by his parents watching tv.

“Thomas! What are you doing home so early? It's only 7:30! Is everything ok?” His mom cried when she saw him.

“I’m fine, I've just got a lot of homework to do,” he hated lying to his parents, but he hated the idea of telling the truth even more right now.

“Ok then. You push yourself too hard Thomas. Remember it's ok to take a break!” His mom smiled, and he simply noded in response before going to his room. It wasn't long after he open his math textbook until Thomas heard a soft knock on his door, which opened to reveal his dad.

“You know what I think about your homework excuse Thomas?” Thomas sighed, here it was.

“What?”

“I think it's a lie. What's up Tom? I can tell there's something going on in that brain of yours” thomas had expected anger but instead concern laced his voice, drawing Thomas’s eyes to meet his.

“I don't really want to talk about it,” Thomas wanted to tell his dad, he really did. But now just wasn't the right time, especially when he was unsure of everything. His dad sighed in compliance.

“Well when you do want to talk, I'm here,” his dad smiled and left Thomas to his thoughts. He turned back to his math book, and started copying the problems into his notebook.

Half an hour later he looked down and realized he had only completed two problems. No matter what he did his brain couldn't stay focused on what he wanted it to. A battle was taking place in his mind and he wasn't even sure which side he was on. Or what each side was even fighting for. Thomas decided to just give up on homework all together. There was no way he was going to get anything done while he was so distracted. He put his books away and went to bed.