Warnings: Language, angst, mature themes, mentions of past self-harm, abnormality and some seriously funky shit :I But hey, what do you think high school is?! Includes some things about Newt that were said in The Death Cure. Sort of a spoiler, sort of not because I kept the idea, just in a different setting. It will make more sense if you've read it.

Pairings: Thomas x Minho, Newt x Alby (mpphh baby I love those two), Gally x Ben

Disclaimer: This extremely gay spin-off is mine, nothing else :I If I owned The Maze Runner it would have ended much differently *coughalbycoughnewtcoughchuck*

for future reference, frypan's real (nick)name is Siggy, as said by Dashner.

Sorry for my terrible grammar ;-;

This story would have been forgotten about if it weren't for fictiongirl99, my biggest thanks :)

Thomas stared up at the tall walls of the building in front of him. Wicked High School was printed in large letters above the entrance and they seemed to stare down at him menacingly. Wicked High School, he thought to himself, what kind of a name is that?! As he was standing there gawking, the doors swung open and a man walked out. He was a bit too tall and a bit too skinny and strode forward in an awkward gait that made Thomas surprised he didn't trip over his own two oddly proportioned feet. As he got closer, Thomas tried not to laugh out loud. He looked like a rat. But the second he spoke, the oncoming giggles vanished from his throat.

"Are you the new student.." He paused for a moment, ruffling through a few papers gripped in his hand, "...Thomas?" His voice wasn't exactly deep, but it possessed so much menace and authority that Thomas fought the urge to crap his pants and run.

"Uh, yeah." He stuttered, still trying to adjust to the man's awkward face.

"Okay, Alby will be giving you the tour. You'll find him in the boy's dormitory, main building. I assume you can get that far yourself?" Thomas gulped, nodding. If there was any chance to get away from this man, he'd take it. "Good." The man stated bluntly before waltzing back into the building, door shutting with a dull thud behind him.

"What a friendly man. Didn't even introduce himself." Thomas muttered to himself before setting off for the boys dorms. He made his way to the front doors, pushing them open to find himself in a large, mostly open room. Couches were scattered here and there, one was tipped over and a few boys sat on (and under) it. A few more kids were littered across the room, more sitting on the floor than anywhere else. They seemed fairly at ease and most didn't hear him enter above the sound of their chatter. One boy did get up though, soon followed by another. The one in front had dark skin, short black hair, and scowl on his lips. He was wearing a tight red T-shirt that showed off his muscular build rather well and a pair of baggy blue jeans with plain sneakers that squeaked a bit when he walked. The other was quite the opposite; he was a bit taller and much thinner, with long blonde hair down to his shoulders and kind blue eyes shining with a hint of mischief that was confirmed by his smirk. He wore a baggy black hoodie, grey skinny jeans that hung loosely on his stick-like legs, and red high tops. He had a brace on his knee and ankle. His smirk evened out into a smile and he stepped forward with a distinct limp.

"Hey, the name's Newt. This here is Alby." He said, gesturing to the boy behind him. He had a thick European accent that Thomas couldn't quite place.

"I thought I was supposed to be giving the tour." Alby said, scowl turning into a pout. Newt just elbowed him in the gut with a chuckle.

"Well than give the bloody tour shuck-face!" Alby nodded.

"I'm Alby, this is Newt." Newt face palmed.

"I already said that, slinthead."

"Well you can't control what I say, shank!"

By this time, Thomas was both confused and slightly concerned at the unfolding events. Newt and Alby were both weird and he couldn't understand half the words coming out of their mouths. Shank? Shuck? What does it even mean? He thought, their bickering in the background giving him a headache. He sighed.

"Can you guys just get on with the tour!?" They looked up, surprised. Newt stepped back, coughing awkwardly into his hand in a pathetic attempt to cover his now red face. Alby spoke up, clearing his throat.

"Yeah, erm...sorry. Well, this is the boys dormitory."

"Bloody brilliant you are." Newt mumbled under his breath.

"I said shut it! Well, I'll show you around campus, then to your room. We call this place the Glade." He said with a gesture at the space around. Thomas nodded. Alby looked to Newt. "You coming?" Newt grinned.

"Yeah man, you suck at this kinda thing. I'll follow to make sure you don't screw up to bad."

"Oh yeah?" Alby replied, stopping to face him again. Thomas sighed.

"Got some pent-up sexual tensions there, guys?" A boy came up behind Newt and Alby, slapping Newt on the back and Alby on the head. He was close to the same height as Alby and wore similar clothing, though he was more muscular and his voice was deeper. Newt turned around abruptly.

"Minho, what the FU-"

"SHUCK" Alby cut in quickly before he could finish.

"Well excuse me, Albert. Minho, what the shuck is your problem?!" Newt asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Why do you guys even say those words anyway?" Thomas cut in. Minho laughed, pointing a finger at Newt.

"Blame this dumb shank. He called a teacher a dumb fu-"

"SHUCK"

"Ahem. He called a teacher a dumb fuck and got himself, along with me and Alby, a week of detentions. So we made up our own words." Minho said, shooting a glare at Alby when he interrupted.

"So, lets continue the tour. Minho, will you be joining us?" Alby asked, clearly hoping the newest member of the party would say no. He smiled smugly.

"Why not?" The unlikely four took off in the direction of the main building, doors clanging shut loudly behind them.

What am I doing here?! Thomas thought to himself.

By the end of the tour, Thomas was sure he would go nuts from all the bickering and sarcasm. He couldn't wait when they finally showed him where his room was.

"You'll be rooming with Chuck. He's a fat little shank, but he'll grow on ya." Newt said bluntly. "Oh and by the way, no matter what Minho tells you, sneaking into the girl's dormitories is not a good idea." Minho grinned at Thomas.

"Poor sap hasn't even tried, how would he know? It's quite a thrill, actually. Just don't get caught by ol' Griever."

"Griever?"

"It's what we call the janitor. Creepy thing, he is. He's usually only out at night, but sometimes you'll see him during the day. Always looks like he wants to kill somebody."

"Especially when that 'somebody' is a boy sneaking into the girls dorm rooms." Alby said dryly. Minho laughed before pushing open the door.

"Hey Chuck! Your new roommate's here!" A small boy came scurrying out, running to the door with his blue eyes aglow. He smiled happily and Thomas fought the urge to smile himself. He was awkward looking, young and a bit chubby, but he seemed genuinely happy and it was a bit contagious despite the circumstances.

"Hi!" Chuck said, "You must be Thomas! I'm glad I finally have a roommate, I've been here a month without one. Get's kinda lonely." He paused for a moment. "Oh, you comin' in?" Thomas nodded, making his way inside. Minho waved.

"Have fun you two." He said with a suggestive eyebrow wiggle. Thomas slammed the door in his face.

Newt flopped down on the bed with a sigh. Alby sat down next to him.

"What's wrong?" He spoke up, voice far softer now that it was only the two of them. The blonde sighed again.

"Do you think Minho will be able to find a good replacement for me on the track team? It's been a few months and he hasn't found anyone permanent yet. I know he was mad about my injury." The boy paused for a minute, rubbing his bad leg, wincing. "Do you think he knows?" Alby ran his fingers through the other's hair.

"No." He murmured. "That idiot wouldn't figure it out if you handed it to him in writing." Newt frowned.

"Good that." He hesitated for a moment before speaking again. "Alby?"

"Mhhm?"

"Thanks." He took the older boy's hand in his own, tracing patterns absent-mindedly with his thumb as he stared at the ceiling. "For everything." Alby smiled.

"I'm just glad you're better now." His tone got harsher. "But don't you ever do that again." Newt nodded.

"I'm gonna going to bed." They both got up, Alby flicking off the lights before stripping down to his boxers and getting in his bed across the room. Newt did the same a moment later, though he still wore his hoodie. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Thomas lay back, eyes closing slowly. Chuck had been talking his ear off for the past hour and his head was pounding. I swear the only thing the kid likes more than talking is eating. He thought to himself. Chuck had just snuck off to another boy's room saying something about him having the best fridge contents. What was his name again? Siggy? Chuck called him Frypan. He thought for a moment, pausing at the odd nickname. He had gotten through his first day. He really wasn't sure what to think. Chuck, though annoying as hell, was nice enough and Newt seemed okay, though he wasn't sure if Alby liked him all that much. They were so busy talking to each other he wasn't sure really what they thought of him.

And then there was Minho. With him, he had no idea. Nearly everything the boy said had been either offensive or sexual and what wasn't either of the two was laced with sarcasm. It was impossible to determine the boy's opinion of nearly anything that he didn't flatly state his thoughts about and he certainly hadn't said anything meaningful about Thomas. He was a bit confusing.

He felt himself drift off to sleep, thoughts wandering before they were extinguished as he succumbed to the night.

Hope you like it guys, I'll try to update as soon as I can, as of right now I'm ridiculously busy, so it might take a little while
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