Thomas was on his way to Brenda's house, it was their two month anniversary, and she hadn't called him yet. In the driveway of Brenda's house, there was another car. It looked familiar but Thomas couldn't quite put his finger on whose it was. He stopped the car, opening the door and climbing out. Holding the box of chocolates and a bouquet of roses, Thomas walked up to the front door. Brenda's mother was obsessed with flowers, which meant pots of growing flowers around the door. It always made the house look unique.

Thomas knocked on the door, like he had done many times before, and waited for some kind of answer. "Brenda?" He spoke loudly into the door, still no answer. He decided she would be fine with him taking the spare key from in the pot and opening the door himself. "Brenda?" He called out again and walked to her room. Thomas' eyes widened with absolute fury.

On the ground, was Brenda, and in front of her was a half-naked Gally. He was speechless, absolutely speechless.

The moment Brenda turned around, looking at him with not a tiny bit of regret, he dropped the bouquet of flowers and the box of chocolates. "Uh-" Brenda started to say and Gally noticed Thomas standing by the door. "What the fuck is he doing here? I thought you told me you two broke up?" He eyed the roses and chocolates. "Uh well, no." Brenda stood up as Gally pulled his pants back on. Thomas didn't know what to say, or do, he couldn't believe she would cheat on him with Gally! Was she planning on breaking up with him?

Brenda said a quick, "I'll call you." As Gally left the room and the bang of the front door closing was enough to make Thomas come back to reality. "Wow.." He couldn't make himself say anything else to her. "Yeah, wow. Sorry. Why are you here?" Why is he here? He looked at her, a dry laugh escaping his lips. "Why am I here? It's our two month anniversary. That's why I'm here." Brenda's eyes seemed to light up with remembrance. She ran a hand through her brown hair, which wasn't too long, it fell just past her shoulders where she liked it most. Brenda and Thomas had known each other for years and he knew how many times she had broken guys' hearts. Why was this such a surprise to the brunet? Did he think she had changed?

"Oh. Right. Well, I'm sorry to disappoint." Brenda walked over to where the chocolates and roses lay. "How thoughtful of you." She scooped them up and stood up again, swooping a kiss to Thomas' cheek. He stepped back, slightly feeling nauseous. "Oh, babe. Come on. You know me. I'm sorry. I won't do it again." She stepped closer to him but Thomas walked away from her, out the door, where she followed. I won't do it again. Meant she would do it again, but he wouldn't find out.

"Nice try." Another dry laugh came from Thomas' lips but this time, it was on purpose. Brenda didn't look sad or hurt. She just looked like Brenda, she didn't care. "I'm leaving. Bye, Brenda." And he walked to the front door, shoved it open, and slammed it closed.

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"First day of school and I have Calculous. Fucking ridiculous." Teresa leaned against the locker next to Thomas', talking on and on about her "tremendous summer." His tremendous summer was spent playing golf with his father and getting breakfast burritos with Minho. "I have science." He smirked at her playfully and Teresa groaned. Teresa was exceptionally smart, but she despises calculous. "Look! It's Teresa in her natural habitat." Minho and Thomas laughed but Teresa gave them both the evil eye, walking away to who knows where. "Teresa is so agonizing. She called me twenty-three times the past two weeks to complain about her latest boyfriend." Minho said. Teresa was always doing that, complaining about her nine month boyfriend who recently kept putting her plans off to do other things. But they also had to put up with Thomas complaining about Brenda the first three weeks after the break-up, so he had no right to complain.

Science. It was Thomas' favourite subject, he started his love for it three years ago. It was planted in his mind like nothing else, also it was his favourite subject at WICKED. It sparked his light when they had to start doing experiments. Unfortunately, none of his friends were in this class, but Brenda was. Brenda, who had surprisingly, cut her hair short. But, it did look good on her, and Thomas thought, would he ever get over this chick? The sound of her heels clicking on the ground filled the room; and she smiled at Thomas with her bright red lips.

But that was all forgotten once a face walked in, a face the brunet himself had never seen before, a face that stood out than all the others. He was tall, slim, had blond hair and walked slowly but sneaky cat-like. He was new, Thomas knew. He seemed to know every face in the grade; and he definitely didn't know this boy's face.

The boy was having a friendly conversation with their teacher, Mr. Janson, or, "Mr Ratman." Which is what his face reminded the maze runners of.

Mr. Janson pointed to the spare seat next to Thomas and he suddenly looked around, seeing no possible extra seats. He was stuck with the new kid, but he didn't seem to mind at all. Up close the boy's face was soft and friendly, but mysterious. Thomas wanted to be this boy's friend.

"Hey. You're new?" Thomas started the conversation and the boy nodded. "I'm Thomas." He said hesitantly, holding out his hand, which the blond certainly took. "I'm Newt. I guess we should get to know each other before we become partners." Newt winked at Thomas and Thomas was confused.

"Partners?" Newt nodded, once again. "Yeah. The teacher is putting us into partners and he put me with you, coincidentally." Thomas laughed, quietly, though.

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"Uh, if you want, we could go over to my house after school and start." The blond and the brunet were standing outside the classroom. They had been assigned a project which they would have to do in their own time. "That sounds great, Tommy." Tommy? This boy gives nicknames fast. The blonde chuckled. "Sorry, too soon? Thought you might like it." Thomas shrugged it off and shook his head, in some way, he kind of liked it.

"I'm considering letting you come and hang out with my friends for lunch. Want to?" Thomas said in a please-hang-out-with-us voice. "Of course." The accent in Newt's voice was different. British? "Great." Thomas led Newt off to their usual spot.