AN: This is the first chapter of my first ever multi-chapter story! I'll try to update as often as possible :)

Disclaimer: All characters belong to the brilliant, Sir James Dashner.

Newt walked through the crowded halls of the all-boys high school. He wrinkled his nose when the stench of sweat and testosterone hit him. All he wanted to do was get to class, but no, instead he had to be confronted by the eye-watering smells of his classmates. Like, seriously, had none of them learned to use some fucking deodorant?

Newt shook his head and continued on his way to his locker. Just as he was nearly there, he felt a body slam into his side, throwing him into the nearest locker.

Newt looked up from his place on the ground and saw none other than Gally staring down at him.

"The fuck, greenie?" Gally shouted at him.

"Piss off, cumslut," Newt hissed back.

"What? I couldn't hear you over this MASSIVE DICK!" Gally and his friends sniggered to each other and swaggered off down the hall, leaving Newt to pick himself up off the ground. He threw a glare at Gally's back as he gathered his belongings and continued the walk to his locker.

Newt entered the cafeteria and saw him, the school jock, sitting at the table in the middle of the room. Captain of the lacrosse team. Minho.

Literally fuck me against this cafeteria wall, baby... Newt thought wistfully.

"What the actual fuck?" Newt whirled around when he heard the voice from behind him. He vaguely recognised the brunette boy. Thomas, he thought. He shared a few of his classes with him, but they had never really spoken. It was then that Newt realised he had spoken his fantasies of the lacrosse team captain aloud.

A dark blush graced his cheeks as he opened and closed his mouth several times, trying in vain to come up with an answer that didn't suggest that he wanted to bang Minho like a screen door in a hurricane.

Newt was shaken from his stupor when the tall, built form of Gally sidled up to him.

"Aww Newt, you look a little embarrassed there, buddy," Gally sneered. "You gotta go easy on this one, Thomas, he's a bit sensitive," he finished with a chuckle.

Thomas shook his head. "God, you're such an asshole."

Gally whipped his head around to glare at Thomas. He stepped closer to him so that they were only inches apart.

"You're damn right I am," Thomas recoiled slightly as Gally hissed the words at him. "And don't you forget it."

With one last scowl thrown at Newt, Gally stalked off over to an empty table at the far end of the cafeteria.

"I can't stand that guy. I mean, seriously, does he have any concept of personal space?" Thomas said, shaking his head.

"Tell me about it…" Newt replied, not bringing his gaze up from the ground at his feet.

"Hey, you shouldn't have to deal with that shit, man." Newt looked up when he heard Thomas' voice take on a soft tone, concern etching its way through his words. "It's not right that he treats people that way."

Newt sighed and looked away from Thomas' concerned eyes. "It's not like there's anything I can do about it. You've seen the guy, he's build like a brick shithouse." Newt looked down at his slight frame with a disdained look on his face. "There's no way I'd even be able to stand up next to him, let alone stand against him."

Newt was surprised when he heard a light-hearted chuckle from the brunette boy in front of him. "Well, lucky you've got me then! Thomas at your service," he finished with an exaggerated bow, earning himself a quiet giggle from Newt.

"Yeah, lucky me." Thomas grinned widely when he saw that Newt's shy smile hadn't dropped.

"And maybe," Thomas continued, glancing over to the table where Minho was sitting with his teammates, "Minho over there'd like to help too, if your heart so desires."

Newt felt his face heat up at the mention of the lacrosse player. Thomas let out another chuckle when he noticed Newt's embarrassment.

"Hey, don't sweat it, bro," Thomas said softly, then leaned in closer to Newt, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "I mean, no one can really blame you. Look at the guy."

Thomas grinned at Newt to let him know that he was only joking with him.

Newt rolled his eyes, feeling his cheeks return to their normal colour. "Oh shut up. Anyway, I'd better grab something to eat before class. I'll see you around, yeah?"

"Sure thing!" Thomas replied.

Newt started making his way past Thomas when he suddenly stopped and looked up into Thomas' eyes with a genuine smile on his lips. "Thanks, Tommy."

AN: FMATSWB xoxoxoxox