The brunette let out a small sigh as he placed the last of his boxes down on his new bedroom floor. Five boxes were piled along the wall, one of them was his small amount of clothing, two of them was for his gaming systems and video games, and the rest was his computer stuff and other possessions that he didn't want to get rid of.
Thomas O'brien, a sixteen year old teenage boy who moved towns with his single mother. After an incident back at his old high school, his mother immediately pulled him out of it and they moved into a completely new state shortly after. Won't go into full detail about what happened, but let's just say that it was bad to the point where it was too dangerous for Thomas to go to school there anymore.
Stretching out, the brown eyed bruneete made a hissing sound when a sharp pain went up his spine when he stretched out too much. He sighed and reached behind him, rubbing his palm against his lower back where the pain had came from. The boy then turned and walked out of his bedroom and down the hallway, when he reached the stairs he walked down them and went straight for the kitchen when he got downstairs.
The house was fairly decent in size, nothing was too big nor too small, it was a good size for them. They had an extra room that they could use as a storage room when they get more settled into their new home.
"How do you like your new room? Is it big enough?" His mother's voice reached his ears making him turn around and look at her, seeing her just leave the bathroom from a few feet away.
The teen struggled. "It's okay I guess. Nothing too special, I like the closet, it's big." He said, not really complaining about it. Even if he did had something to complain about he wouldn't say it anyway, his mother would only tell him to quit complaining and tell him to be happy with what he got.
His mother was a tall beautiful woman in her fourties. Long brown hair and light hazel eyes, she had pale skin much like he did. Thomas took after her, the only difference was that his eyes were slightly darker than hers.
He loved his mother, he loved her more than anything else in the whole wide world. She raised him single handedly since he was born, his father had left before he was born, and he never came back. So all his life he had only his mother, but that was fine with him. She was an amazing person and he wouldn't want it any other way.
His mother hummed. "I see, well that's better than nothing I guess. Can you be a dear and start unpacking the dishes? It sure would make the time go by faster, and the unpacking would be done quicker." She said as she walked over to one of the boxes that was labeled pots and pans that was on the kitchen floor.
The boy smiled slightly and nodded, walking over to the box that had the label dishes on it and grabbed it, picking it up and walking over to the kitchen counter with it.
The kitchen had a decent sized counter in the center of the kitchen, there was also a long counter top that went around the kitchen, stopping right after the stove.
Placing the box down on the center counter he then started to pick at the tape, soon peeling it back and opening the box.
"Thomas...if you don't want to go to school I'd understand, I can always pay for a private teacher so you-"
Thomas immediately shook his head. "No. You can't waste your money on me. You need to find a job, make money that you can use for yourself and the house. I'll go to school, get a job, and help support us as well. You wouldn't be able to afford a private teacher anyway, it's too expensive." He said.
His mother frowned. "Yeah I know, but what if something like that happens again? I don't want you getting hurt." She said.
Thomas sighed. "I know, but I can take care of myself. How will I learn if I can't stick up and support myself?" He asked causing the woman to smile slightly and hum.
"Heh, sometimes I wish you were still the little innocent boy who loved using his imagination to create new things. " His mother said making Thomas pause and slowly look at her to see her bowing her head, her lower lip trembling slightly.
He frowned and went over to her. "Mom?" He asked softly.
The woman sniffed and looked at him, a small smile on her face. "I'm sorry...I just wish that you had a better life than this. You're stuck with me, a single mother who is a complete and total mess. I don't regret having you, but I regret ever doing it with your father." She said before she closed her eyes and shook her head, her lip trembling again. "I just wished things were better." She whimpered.
Thomas frowned more, his heart clenching up. Without a second thought he reached over and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly. "I love you mom, nothing will ever change that, and life is enough by having an amazing mother like you." He said.
His mother made another small whimpering sound as she wrapped her own arms around him, hugging him tightly back. Resting her head on his shoulder. "I just want you to have a good father, every baby needs two parents." She said.
"No they don't. They just need someone who loves them dearly, and that's you. I don't want a dad, you're the only parent that I want and need. So just calm down okay?"
Thomas hated when his mother got like this. She would suddenly break down and cry, telling him how sorry she saw about not having a good enough family for him. Each time he gave the same response, but she just continuously blamed herself, and it was starting to worry Thomas more than it should. They stood there for several minutes, just standing there in silence hugging one another. After a few more moments his mother finally pulled back and let out a small shaky breath.
"I'll get back to unpacking, how about you go out and get a few things at the store just down the block? Like some eggs, milk, cereal, you know, the small regular stuff." She said.
Thomas hummed before he nodded. "Alright...I'll be back in a while then, just keep busy and I'll be back shortly alright. Love ya." He said before he let her go and leaned in, kissing her cheek before he turned and walked out of the house, closing the door behind him when he exited through the front door.
We don't need another member in this family, we may be broken in a few ways, but I wouldn't change it for anything. Thomas thought to himself.
Within the next few days Thomas was enrolled into W.I.C.K.E.D academy, a school that literally doesn't put up with any crap from it's students or staff. There is some negative views on the school, as there is positive ones. Thomas also heard that a lot of teenagers who are going there were sent there as a punishment. That made the brunette confused, and slightly uneasy.
Thomas shook it off, pushing it aside as he entered the giant all white school building. He pulled open a door and was immediately met by cold air from its air conditioning. Shivering slightly Thomas pulled the collar of his leather jacket closer to his face, trying to shield himself from the cool air.
Glancing around he noticed that all the halls were empty, the only people who were out there were the security guards who roamed around the building. Swallowing the lump that suddenly formed in the back of his throat, Thomas then slowly made his way down the left hallway. On the sign hanging from above, it said that the main office would be located in the left hallway somewhere.
Walking down the hallway, the only sound that the brunette could hear was his own soft footsteps that seemed loud due to the strange silence in the building.
That was odd, isn't school in? If so, why was it so creepishly silent?
Shaking off the uneasiness that slowly crept up inside him once again, Thomas soon entered the main office after finding the door. He walked in and glanced around, spotting a woman sitting at a desk. He slowly appoarched him.
"Um, excuse me miss, but I'm uh...I'm Thomas O'brien, the new transfer student." He said, his voice soft.
Hey, don't blame him, he's socially awkward.
The woman glanced away from her computer screen and eyed him, she then sighed and got up, making her way over to a filing cabinet."What did you say your last name was?" She asked in a flat, uninterested voice.
The brunette blinked before he frowned and furrowed his brows. "O'brien." He said.
The woman searched through the files for a few moments before she pulled out a folder. She then walked over to him and handed him the folder, sitting back down.
"In there is your block schedule. Every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday you have classes one through four, and then on Tuesday and Thursday you have classes five through eight, your lunch is between three and four, and between seven and eight, any more questions can be answered by your teachers or other fellow students. Welcome to W.I.C.K.E.D academy, we hope you enjoy your stay." She said in the same flat tone of voice.
Thomas eyed the folder before he nodded and slowly backed up. "Thank you, have a nice day." He said before he turned and walked out of the office, missing the blink of surprise from the woman.
Thomas stopped outside the office and opened the folder, looking at his schedule. "Alright...my first class of the day is Advanced Algebra.." He mumbled before he looked at his wrist watch, flinching when he saw that it was alright pass eight, his first class had ended about ten minutes ago.
"Not good for the first day, got to remember to set my alarm tomorrow...second class is Biology which is room two-forty-seven." He mumbled to himself once more before he frowned and hummed. He then spotted a security guard and jogged his way over to them.
"Um, excuse me sir, but could you possibly help me to room two-forty-seven? I'm new here and I'm already late." He said.
The man paused and looked down at Thomas, he stared at him for a few seconds before he nodded. "Sure thing, follow me." He said before he turned and started to make his way towards the stairs.
Thomas smiled slightly and followed the man closely behind.
"So you're new eh? Where did you come from if you don't mind me asking." The man said.
Thomas blinked before he hummed. "Oh I uh, I come from New York." He said.
The man whistled. "Quite a ways you traveled then huh? How do you like California so far?"
Thomas shrugged. "It's okay I guess." He said.
It went silent after that, about a minute or two later he arrived at his class. He smiled at the man who helped him. "Thanks." He said.
The man nodded and gave a slight wave before he turned and walked off, leaving Thomas standing in the hallway there all alone.
The brunette bit his lower lip before he slowly let out a small breath, he then turned to the classroom door and lifted a hand up, knocking on the door.
A few moments went by and the door soon opened, showing a very much irritated looking teacher. "What?" She snapped.
Thomas frowned. "Uh, I'm Thomas O'brien...the new student..."
The woman stared at him and eyed him up and down before she sighed and rolled her eyes, she opened the door more and moved aside so he could walk in.
"Find a empty seat and shut up, the other students are in a middle of a test right now. You're going to be taking one as well, just to see how well you do on it of course. It won't harm your beginning grade. When we get your grades transferred over onto our school system, we'll see where you truly are." She said, walking over to her desk, picking up a paper before she turned and shoved it into Thomas's hands.
The brunette blinked a few times and looked down at the paper, he then glanced around the room. He spotted a empty seat in the back next to a curly blonde haired boy. After hesitating a second, Thomas then made his way to the back, noticing the glaces he was getting when he walked passed the other students.
When he reached the back of the class and his new seat, he sat down and placed his bag down on the ground besides him. Taking a pen out of his jacket pocket.
The blonde haired boy glanced over at him, and gave him a small friendly smile but didn't say anything. He then returned his attention to the test in front of him, which was only half way done.
Thomas looked down at his paper and read over the questiones, a few moments later he got to work.
He found the work oddly easy, but of course, he found nearly everything easy due to him being in all advance classes, he was smart if you couldn't guess that. He didn't consider himself as a nerd, but he is put in that category at school. He was the socially awkward nerdy guy who doesn't like physical contact with other human beings.
Within minutes he found himself finish with his test. He glanced around and took note that no one else was finished with their's yet. Debating if he should turn it in yet or not, he soon decided to do just that and got up. He slowly made his way to the front and over to the teacher's desk. She looked at him and then at his finished test and raised a brow.
"Sped through it? Kids like you will never pass if you just guess your answers." She stated as she took his paper and held it in front of her.
"I didn't guess...It was easy to me." He said softly.
She didn't reply, she just went over his test. She blinked a few times before she slowly turned her attention back to him. "...You got a hundred percent. Not in all my years of teaching here did I ever have a student get a hundred percent on their test, or at least not on their first try. If it is true of what you say, that this is easy for you, then there is no doubt about it. You're a very bright young man." She said.
Thomas blushed in embarrassment and glanced around the class, noticing that a few students were now staring at him. He looked down at the ground.
"Uh thanks..." He said softly.
The teacher smiled and nodded.
Thomas quickly turned and made his way back to his seat in a hurry, plopping down and looking down at the table.
He heard a chuckle besides him and blinked, he looked at the curly haired blonde. He was smirking, his blue eyes squinting slightly.
"Nice ta meet ya green bean, welcome to your new hell."
Thomas blinked a few times and frowned, furrowing his brows. Before he could say anything the blonde smiled at him and held a hand out to him.
"The name's is Isaac Newtson, but call me Newt." He said.
Thomas looked at the boy's hand and slowly reached out, taking his hand and shaking it slightly. "Thomas O'brien." He said.
Author'a notes : First Minho x Thomas story on here published. Tell me what you think of the idea so far yeah?
This is based off from and was inspired by Phoenix_Soar's story called Everyone knew (before they did) on Archive of our own, I asked and she said that I can write something similar to her idea, so here it is! Of course I added my own things into the story to make this story more mine than copying her's. You should go check out her story!