Maze Runner Fanfiction- "Untold Futures part 3"

Hey, here we are another Monday! I hope you all enjoyed your day off of school, and if you didn't get one, sorry you don't live in 'Merica! Sorry not sorry. For now we'll stick to every other Monday for updates on this fic. I have had 0 time to write this past week because I had a ton of Math to basically teach myself. But anyways finals are next week so after that it will be summer and I'll have more time! So tell me what you think. Is this interesting enough, or is it moving too slow? Do you like the personality swaps? Don't forget to comment!

Untold Futures part 3

A few days passed and Newt continued to eat lunch with the two boys. Thomas’s dad fixed his car, so he was no longer in need of Newt’s motorcycle although Newt continued to offer him rides. It was amazing to Thomas how quickly he got used to Newt’s British accent and slang.

It was Friday lunch time, only four days after Minho met Newt. The three teens sat outside in the autumn air, enjoying the slight breeze that made fallen leaves dance across the ground. Thomas and Newt finally got Minho to stop talking in his own version of a British accent, that sounded more like someone who forgot how to speak English. After accomplishing this, three girls walked through the doors to the court yard.

“I knew we would find you here!” One of the girls exclaimed. She was tall and had bright blue eyes with long flowing blond hair that reached almost to her waist. She sat down next to Minho and draped a delicate arm across his wide shoulders.

“Hey babe! This is Newt, Newt this is my girlfriend Sonya,” Minho put his arm around her waist and twirled her hair through his fingers. Newt smiled at her in greeting. He then turned his attention to the second girl who sat next to him, a little too close for comfort. She had stark white skin contrasting with her pitch black hair.

“Hey I'm Teresa! And who’s this new cutie?” She asked, directing the question at the other two boys.

“Ah, I'm Newt.”

“Oh my gosh are you British! You know, I have a thing for guys with accents,” Teresa said, and she smiled playfully. Newt seemed frozen next to her, looking and feeling completely uncomfortable by the girl’s flirting.

“Well anyways, the reason we dropped by was actually to talk to you Thomas,” The third girl who was short, had chocolate colored skin, and brown curly hair stepped forward and cut off Teresa from saying anything more.

“Hey Harriet, what's going on?” Thomas asked, turning his attention from Newt and Teresa.

“Well as you know, chess club starts up next week and we need to recruit some new members. After our top player graduated last year we need to make sure our newbies are fully aware of all the meets and team rules,” Harriet explained.

“Yeah, ok. What do you need me to do?”

“Well, first we need new members! I've printed some flyers to hand out, and I emailed you the file if you need more. We’ve got all the info on our first few meetings on there also,” Harriet handed Thomas a small stack of papers and pointed out a few dates and times for him.

“Alright Harriet, thanks! I'll get right on this,” Thomas scanned the sheet before putting the papers in his backpack. The three girls left the courtyard, and Newt finally relaxed.

“Very smooth with the lady's there Newt! Teresa didn't scare you did she? She’s always like that,” Minho laughed and patted Newt on the shoulder.

“Oh I'm fine, I ah, I just don't really... fancy girls,” Newt replied and he blushed slightly.

“Ok, that's cool man,” Minho responded. They both looked in Thomas’s direction to see his response.

“Yeah, cool... You sure are an open book aren't you Newt?” Thomas said, remembering how simply Newt had told him about his dad after only knowing him for two days.

“Well, everyone in Stockport new. So I figure it shouldn't be any different here,” Newt shrugged. Before Thomas could respond a beefy looking boy stormed up to the group of friends. He stopped in front of them and let his glare sweep over the three teens.

“What do you want Gally?” Minho asked with heavy annoyance and an eye roll.

“Well, correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe I just saw Harriet, Sonya, and Teresa over here? Care to explain?” Gally asked in a calm but annoyed voice. His question was directed solely at Thomas.

“What's it to you?” Thomas responded. To that Gally just got more upset, and he took a threatening step towards Thomas. Newt could tell the brunette was about to give in to Gally, so he intervened.

“Why do you bloody care so much Gally?” Thomas watched him say calm and relaxed.

“Well it's none of your business is it greenie?” Gally spat. Newt stood, matching their heights almost exactly.

“Oh, these are my friends, so I think it is my business. But is it really yours to know why some people talked to us? Does that sound logical to anyone?” Newt retorted. Thomas didn't understand why this boy was standing up to Gally for him, and over such a little thing.

“You should probably shut up now, greenie.” Gally hissed through clenched teeth. He took another step forward, his anger boiling up. The two boys now standing just inches apart.

“Newt just stop, it's ok,” Thomas tried to grab Newt’s arm and pull him back but Newt resisted.

“No Tommy, it's bloody not ok. You can't just let this guy talk to you like that.”

“Listen to your boyfriend newbie,” Gally smirked. Thomas blushed at being called his boyfriend, but Newt seemed unfazed.

“No. No one else is going to put you in your place so I will,” Newt’s voice had stayed calm throughout the whole conversation, which is probably what pushed Gally, who couldn't control his anger, over the edge. Before Thomas knew what was happening Newt was crumpled on the ground. Minho and Thomas shot to their feet. Gally had punched Newt across the left of his face, catching everyone off guard. Thomas’s insides raged with anger at Gally, but he pushed it away and turned his attention to Newt.

“You better run Gally! Before I do something I won't regret!” Minho warned, and Thomas had to put a hand on his shoulder to keep him from lunging at the tall boy. He helped Newt to his feet and looked at his face. It was red with a small scratch across it.

“You didn’t need to do that Newt. Are you ok?” Thomas said quietly as he examined Newt’s cut.

“Yeah, I'm alright. And I know I didn't, but someone had to! You can't just let him continue to do that!” Newt responded and he brushed the dirt from his jacket.

“Bloody hell Newt!” Minho exclaimed.

“No, no Minho don't say that. It's just weird… What did he want anyway?”

“Gally’s a got a little something going for Harriet, which doesn't go well for him considering she wants nothing to do with him! Anyways he’s always trying to keep an eye on her and anyone who talks to her. Unfortunately he can't control his anger properly and well, this happens. Welcome to drama at Glade High!” Minho explained with a laugh.

“Newt you better go to the nurse and have her put something on that cut, I can show you where it is,” Thomas said and he picked up his backpack. Before they could go anywhere the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch.

“Tommy I'm fine really. I don't want to make you late, I know how seriously you take your classes and all,” Newt smiled, but Thomas could see the pain in his face.

“No, you know what? You're my friend, and one tardy isn't going to kill me. You obviously won't go unless I make you so I'm taking you to the nurse,” Thomas said it before he could change his mind. Leading the way He navigated through the school to the small nurse's office. When they walked in, Thomas got the woman’s attention. “Hey ah, my friend here was-”

“I tripped! I just tripped down some steps,” Newt interrupted, receiving a quizzical look from Thomas. To which he shrugged in reply. The nurse leaned forward and tilted Newt’s head so she could see the cut, which was still surrounded by pink skin, warm to the touch.

“No, you didn't fall down the stairs. You were punched,” she said in a scratchy voice.

“How did you know?” Newt asked sheepishly.

“You don't work as a high school nurse for 42 years without knowing the difference between a fall and a punch. Don't worry I won't ask you any questions, it's none of my business and it doesn't need to become my business,” she walked across the small room and opened a draw, retrieving a spray. Thomas watched Newt wince as she sprayed his cheek and dabbed it with a cotton ball. “Do you want ice or a bandaid?”

“Ah, no that's alright thanks,” he replied.

“Do you think we could get passes?” Thomas asked hopefully.

“Alright, where are you two going?” She sighed. The nurse wrote them passes and they left the room. Thomas had never put something like this above class, not even that time Minho smacked into a wall when racing each other. He didn't know why he felt so strongly about making sure Newt was ok, but he was just glad that the nurse had given them passes.

“Hey Tommy, can I have one of those chess club fliers?”

“You, want to know about chess club? Seriously?” Thomas asked, surprised by Newt’s request.

“Yeah seriously! It could be fun,” Newt said solemnly. Thomas dug around his backpack and produced one of the handouts for Newt. Thomas wouldn't deny that Newt was his friend, but he couldn't figure out his personality. Newt’s leather jacket, his grades, attendance, smoking, and motorcycle said one thing. But the way Newt acted said another, he was polite and caring. The two stereotypes just didn’t mix in his mind and he wondered how it did in someone’s personality.

Maze Runner Famfiction- "Untold Futures 2"

Hello all! I'm back as promised two weeks latter! I can't believe it's only been 14 days it felt more like 28! I really like this fic and I actually have a few of the next chapters already written. I'm going to keep the every two weeks for now but it's possible I could move it to one week if I keep writing at this rate. I hope you like this story as much as it do so don't forget to leave a comment! Tell me your predictions, what you think about Newt's character being completely flipped, what your favorite color is, whatever you want to comment! Well I've talked quite enough so I'll stop now :)

Untold Futures part 2

The next day Thomas noticed Newt slip into class at the last moment before the bell rang. He watched the boy walk across the room and sit at a desk in the back, out of the corner of his eye. He wore the same leather jacket as yesterday, and had the same cheeky look on his face. Mr. Janson took attendance and went straight into class. The whole hour Thomas found himself stealing small glances in the direction of Newt, he didn't know why. At the end of class he was finally caught studding the strange teen as he looked up from his phone. A smirk spread across Newt’s boyish face and he walked over to talk to Thomas. 

“Hi Thomas!” He greeted. 

“Hey… Nate?” How does this guy remember my name?

“It's Newt”

“Yeah, Newt. Sorry,” Thomas felt his face reddin. He may not like him, but the least he could do was remember the guy’s name. 

“So Thomas, what class do you have next?” Newt brushed off the incorrect name and continued the apparent conversation. 

“Honors English. I should probably get going if I'm going to make it in time,” the brunet gave a small smile and walked away. He didn't want to come off as rude, but he also didn't want Newt thinking they were going to become bffs or anything like that. 

After fourth hour Thomas made his way across the school to his locker to switch out some textbooks. He made it there only to realize his new pet peeve was also present, Newt. 

“Watcha Thomas, Tom, Tommy. Can I call you Tommy?” The blonde asked and he leaned against Thomas’s locker, having finished his own business. 

“Call me whatever. And what the heck does watcha mean?” Thomas asked with complete confusion. 

“Sorry, it just means hi,” Newt clarified. Thomas thought he saw him blush, but he wasn't sure. Thomas closed his locker and started walking to the courtyard to meet up with Minho. Newt silently invited himself and walked along with Thomas. “So Tommy, what are you doing this weekend?” 

“I don't have any plans, really just homework,” Thomas answered blankly. 

“Wow, it's only the first week of school mate. You really like to know your onions!” He replied and patted Thomas on the shoulder. 

“Ah, what is that supposed to mean?” Apparently this is going to be a common problem. 

“Just means you like to… Know your stuff. Bloody Americans,” Newt muttered the last part but Thomas still heard him. 

“Bloody Americans? You're on our turf now man, deal with it. How long have you been here anyway?” Thomas retorted. 

“Only since the middle of summer, and not by choice either. My mom’s job transferred her here, supposedly it pays better,” Newt informed as he followed Thomas around a corner. 

“What about your dad, what does he do?” Thomas inquired, becoming interested in the Brit’s story. 

“Haven't got one. The bastard left when I was four,” Newt shrugged as if he had just told Thomas what his favorite candy was. 

“Oh, sorry Newt,” Thomas responded and then it was quite. To his relief they had finally reached the courtyard. Still leading the way, Thomas went straight to the bench where he sat the other day to wait for his friend. Just as Newt sat Minho appeared through the door. He jogged to the bench and put his hands on his hips, looking down at Newt. 

“Have I been replaced?” The Asian boy directed his question at Thomas but kept his death stare focused on Newt, who’s face revealed a slight discomfort. A strange look on the leather wearing teen. Before Thomas could say anything Newt stood, towering at least an inch above Minho. Minho’s face relaxed into a playful smirk. “Hey blondie!” He greeted Newt. “You gonna introduce us or what Thomas?” Minho sat on the other side of Thomas. The sudden change in attitude left Newt befuddled and he slowly sat back down. 

“Minho, Newt. Newt, Minho.” The boy said as he attacked his lunch. 

“Nice to meet you shank. Say, I haven't seen you before. Ya new?” Minho reached across Thomas and extended his hand to the boy. 

“Yeah, my mom and I just moved here from Stockport. It's south of London,” Newt took Minho's hand and shook it. 

“Oh cool. So do you like, watch Doctor Who and drink tea and stuff?” Minho asked. 

“Ah, yeah I guess,” Newt shrugged and started unpacking his lunch. 

“Min, you watch too much tv,” Thomas commented. 

“Hey, there’s no such thing as too much Doctor Who! It's an art form,” Newt exclaimed, defending his fandom. 

“I like ya Newt,” Minho said matter of factly, and Thomas rolled his eyes. Newt blushed before realizing the Asian meant it as a friend. All too soon for Minho the lunch hour came to an end. For Thomas on the other hand, fifth period was a welcome break from sitting in between the two energetic teens. It wasn't that Newt was bad, but he definitely made a difference in the atmosphere of his normal lunch. 

•••

After the last bell rang Thomas stopped at his locker and again saw Newt. Why do I keep running into you here? Yet again when Newt saw Thomas he went over to talk to the boy. 

“Watcha Tommy!” He greeted. 

“Hey.” Thomas replied and he started walking towards the door. Newt followed closely behind him. 

“What’re you doing today?”

“Homework,” Thomas answered blankly

“You're always doing homework!” Newt winned. 

“You've known me for two days Newt.”

“Ok then, what else do you do besides homework?”

“Well, chess club hasn't started yet.”

“Oh, I should have guessed. But what else do you like to do?” Newt asked as they reached the door to the parking lot. Thomas assumed Newt was staying inside like the day before so he didn't answer. To his supersize the Brit followed him through the door. Thomas was even more surprised when Newt took out a pack of cigarettes and light one. “Come on Tommy. I'm just trying to have a simple chinwag with you and it's feeling quite one sided!”

“You're trying to have a what?” Thomas almost yelled in utter confusion. 

“A chin wag. It just means like a chat or a talk,” Newt clarified. The taller boy bumped into Thomas when he stopped abruptly. Thomas pulled keys out of his pocket and unlocked the old, dark green car they were standing next to. Newt watched as Thomas threw his backpack into the passenger seat and got in. “See ya Tommy,” the blonde blew out a puff of smoke and started walking away. 

“Bye,” Thomas replied as he turned the key in the ignition. The car let out a sickly rumble. “Shuck,” Thomas muttered but somehow Newt heard him and turned around. 

“What happened?” 

“The car won't start. I’ve no clue how to fix it and no time to call someone who does!” Thomas answered, taking a deep breath. 

“Well I could probably fix it if you’ve got some tools, but if you're pressed for time I could give you a lift?” Newt answered and he leaned against the side of the car. Thomas hesitated. 

“Thanks, but I couldn't.”

“Oh come on, I'm not going to kidnap you or anything!” Newt clarified with a laugh. Thomas bit his lip in thought. What do I think is going to happen?

“Alright,” Thomas grabbed his backpack, locked the car again, and followed Newt across the parking lot. Thomas froze when Newt stopped by his vehicle. “I am not getting on that!” He said pointing at the shiny black motorcycle that Newt stood bye. 

“Oh come on Tommy. It's not that dangerous. Here, you can wear my helmet even,” Newt held out a deep blue helmet that would cover his entire head, with a window to see out of. Thomas stared at it as if just touching it would make him internally bleed, then back to Newt. He made a face as the blonde breathed out the horrid smoke from his cigarette. “If you except I'll put it out,” Newt suggested, motioning to the cigarette. 

“Fine. This is going to kill you ya know,” Thomas took the helmet from Newt’s outstretched hand and put it over his head, encasing himself into a cage of protection. At least he normally wears a helmet.

“What is, the motorcycle or cigarettes?” The teen asked as he sat on the cushioned seat. He threw the half smoked cigarette on the ground and stopped on it. 

“Both,” cautiously Thomas sat down behind Newt. Half of his brain screaming at him for letting himself ride something as dangerous as a motorcycle. But the other half wanted to trust this strange boy. 

“You can hold on to me if you need to. Where’re we going?” Thomas told Newt the address, but left his arms dangling awkwardly by his sides. I’m not that weak, I don't need to hold onto him. However, as soon as the vehicle started moving Thomas threw his arms around Newt’s waist and leaned into him to keep his balance. 

“Tommy, we’re going bloody five miles per hour,” Newt laughed. Thomas realized how tight he was squeezing Newt, and he lessened his grip on the boy. Newt was remarkably skinny, and Thomas’s hands found that he seemed to have abbs under the leather jacket. He was glad Newt couldn't see his face, because he was sure it was as red as a tomato at the realization. Finally, Newt turned onto Thomas’s street. 

“You can stop here. If my mom sees me on this thing she’ll freak out for sure,” Thomas said, and Newt pulled the motorcycle to the curb. He got off and handed the Brit his helmet. “Well, thanks for the ride.”

“Any time. Hey Tommy, why did you need to get home so quickly? I thought you were just doing homework,” Newt asked, running a hand through his blonde hair. 

“Oh yeah, I have to baby sit my neighbor Chuck. He's like 10 so I don't have to do too much,” Thomas replied and he started walking in the direction of his house, giving Newt a wave. 

“Hey Tommy!” Thomas turned to face Newt again. “You're very reserved, aren't you?” Newt winked at Thomas, and without waiting for a reply he put his helmet on and drove away. Slightly confused about the wink and this curious boy, Thomas walked the rest of the way home. 

“Hey mom!” Thomas called as he walked in the door to his house. 

“Hi Thomas! You're running late, did something happen?” His mom, Amelia, looked up from her book to greet her son. 

“Yeah, my car won't start. But a friend gave me a ride. I'll ask dad about it when he gets home,” Thomas explained as he heaved his backpack off and scoured the kitchen for a snack. 

“Oh, that's good. Who was it?” Amelia put her book down. 

“His name’s Newt, you don't know him. He's new to the school,” Thomas answered and he settled on a bag of Cheetos. 

“Oh that’s nice of you to be friends with the new kid!” She smiled, her face lighting up with pride. Not by choice, he kind of forced it onto me. Thomas laughed to himself at this thought. “What's funny?”

“Oh nothing. Ava is probably waiting for me, I should get over there now,” Thomas grabbed his backpack and waved to his mom. Walking two doors down he stood on the porch of the Paige household and rang the doorbell. 

“Hi Thomas! Come on in,” Chuck’s mom, Ava, open the door and motioned Thomas inside. 

“Sorry I'm late, I had some car trouble,” Thomas said apologetically as he entered. 

“Well you're here now. I've got to go, but I'll be back around six,” she gave Thomas a smile, hugged Chuck goodbye before leaving. 

“So Chuck, how was your day?” Thomas sat next to the boy in the dining room and put his backpack on the wood floor. 

“Normal,” the chubby boy sighed and he stared down at his math worksheet. “How was yours?” Thomas thought a moment before answering. 

“It was strange. This New kid Newt was following me around, and then my car wouldn't start so he gave me a ride. He sort of insisted that I let him…” Thomas rambled before fading into a mumble. 

“His name's Newt? That's funny! What kind of car does he have? It's not old like yours is it?” Chuck spewed. 

“Well it's actually not a car, it’s a motorcycle. I don't know what kind or anything like that, but it's black, and it didn't look old,” Thomas answered frankly and he pulled a textbook out of his backpack. 

“Woah he has a motorcycle! That's so cool! And you rode it!” Chuck looked at Thomas, awestruck. 

“Yeah I suppose so. But it's really dangerous too. I didn't ride it to be cool I rode it because I had to get here,” Thomas informed. 

“Yeah yeah I know,” Chuck sighed and went back to his work, uninterested in what uncool Thomas had to say. 

Maze Runner Fanfiction "Untold Futures"

Hello friends, I'm back with a new story! This one is about, I don't know how to describe it. I'm going to try and update maybe every two weeks? We'll see what happens. Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! I am pretty much just making it up as I go along, so if you have any ideas please feel free to leave them in the comments or email me! Even if you don't have ideas, by all means leave a comment. My eyes and ears are open to anything you have to say.

               Untold Futures part 1

Thomas sat in the middle of the math classroom. A crisp blue shirt, neatly brushed brown hair, pencil and planner sitting on the wooden desk in front of him, eyes focused on the teacher standing at the whiteboard, ears ignoring the whispering across the room. On the board was a list of materials required for the class, and he started writing them in his planner. Every aspect of Thomas’s essence screamed dedicated student. It was only first period of the first day of school but everyone in the room knew he was going to be the one spending weekends studying, and that this was probably his only non-honors class. And they were right. The only thing on Thomas’s mind since his freshman year was getting “A”s, and he had no problem with that. It was just the kind of person he was. With no girlfriends or sports or siblings there was nothing to distract him from school. 

“For this class you will be expected to have a notebook or looseleaf paper to complete all of your-” the teacher stopped talking when the wooden door to the classroom swung open abruptly and a student walked in, interrupting his sentence.

“Sorry I'm late mate, I slept in.” The student said with an accent as he entered the room. Thomas didn't bother to even look up from his planner, he knew the type of student. He couldn't understand how some people just didn't care about school. He knew not everyone was going to be as dedicated as he, but to not care if you got a good job or a job at McDonalds befuddled him. 

“You can call me Mr. Janson, and I hope this is the only time you interrupt my class by sleeping in. Take a seat.” The teacher replied and he gestured to the closest desk, right behind Thomas. Great he thought now I have to put up with this guy behind me. The student slung his backpack off his shoulder and slumped into the chair behind Thomas. 

Mr. Janson continued class and Thomas felt a light tap on his shoulder. He ignored it, but then the person started whispering something to him. Not wanting to call attention from the instructor, Thomas quietly turned in his chair and whispered “what?” A little too accusingly than was necessary. 

“Can I borrow a pencil?” The student who came in late asked and he pulled out his phone. 

“Yeah, sure.” Thomas dug around in his bag and produced a pencil. This was the first good look he got at the boy. He was blond and his longish hair was done to look purposefully messy. He wore a leather jacket as black as the night sky. His fair white skin popped against the dark color. Well at least he’s pretty, he's got that going for him.

“Thanks mate!” The teen took the pencil and smiled. It was then that Thomas realized what his accent was, British. The rest of class went smoothly with no further interruptions from the blond, who spent the majority of it on his phone. When the bell rang Thomas turned to the boy expectantly. 

“Um, can I help you?” The Brit inquired with a confused look on his boyish face. 

“Ah, you have my pencil.” Thomas answered, pointing to the writing utensil in the other boy's hand. 

“Oh, sorry mate. Name’s Newt.” The boy smiled holding the pencil out. Thomas took it and put it in his backpack. 

“Why do you keep calling me ‘mate’?” He put his arms through his backpack straps and started walking to the door. Thomas knew he was being rude and he did nothing to hide it. There was no way this stereotypical slacker was going to befriend him. 

“Sorry, it's just something I sort of do.” Newt stood and slung his backpack onto one shoulder. He was extremely tall and skinny, and he wore dark skinny jeans adding to the effect. Thomas wasn't sure what to think, here Newt was being polite, but he still gave off a heavy ‘I don't care’ vibe. Having wasted enough of his precious time between periods, Thomas ran off to find his second class. He had no trouble doing so, as well as with the rest of his classes. 

Finally lunch time rolled around and Thomas headed for the court yard where he always ate. Upon arrival he spotted his best friend sitting on a bench. Thomas plopped down next to him and sighed. 

“Hey Min! What's up?” The brunette greeted as he dove into his lunch. 

“Yo Thomas!” Minho, the strong Asian with hair that not even the fall wind would dare mess up. King of sass, and the high school's top cross country stair. Despite having the stereotypical strict Asian parents, Minho wasn't in many honors classes and could never pull a 4.0 gpa. Thomas and Minho didn't seem like the most obvious of friends, but Minho was one of the first friends Thomas made in his freshman year. 

Not long after reuniting Thomas and Minho had to go their separate ways to their next class. Thomas made it through the long boring first day in one peace. After the last bell he went in search of his assigned locker. It didn't take him very long to find it, and soon Thomas was bent over his backpack transferring textbooks into the locker. When he closed the door and returned the lock to its place he noticed Newt standing in front of a locker not too far down the hall. His mind went back to his first impression of the boy and he sighed in agony. Not only does he sit behind me in class but now his locker is by mine? Normally Thomas would think nothing of people like this and wouldn't care about seeing them around the school, it's not like they were specially bothering him. They were however a pain to have in class. Thomas knew he would regret not taking an honors math, but truth be told he knew he wouldn't do well in it. So he had elected getting an A was worth putting up with people like Newt. Despite all of this there was something different about the tall boy and Thomas couldn't put his finger on. He turned and started walking down the hallway but all too soon Newt realized his presence. 

“Hey mate!” Thomas turned and suppressed a sigh as he smiled fakely at the boy. 

“Sorry dude but-”

“It's Newt.”

“Right. Sorry Newt but I've got to go.” Thomas had nowhere to be, but he wasn't about to let this guy know that. The last thing Thomas needed was a ‘bad influence’ to throw off his 4.0. 

“Alright, cheers mate!” Gosh what is it with this guy?

“Would you stop calling me mate?” Thomas did sigh this time as he studied the taller boy’s face. 

“Well, I bloody could if you would tell me your name.” He stated with a blank expression.

“Thomas. And isn't bloody a swear word or something in Britain?” He inquired, only half interested as he started walking down the hall. Newt, trailing behind him. 

“Um, something like that.” Finally reaching the door to the parking lot Thomas left the strange boy to wallow in his own culture.