Summary: Thomas, high school student, drug user, best friend of Minho and Newt, British boy who moved to America cross paths. Thomas and Newt both have a troubled past: Newt had to move to America to escape his past, Thomas started doing drugs. [Warnings: drug!use, adult themes]
"I'm telling you, miss Monster hates my shucking guts." he said. Minho chuckled. "It's your own fault that you failed that test, slinthead. Don't blame it on miss Agnes." Thomas eyes shot daggers. "What?! You hated her before this but now that you got an A on your test she's your queen? How dare you betr…" Thomas sentence died out when he saw miss Agnes stepping in his direction with a blond on her side.
"Who's the new guy?" Thomas asked, nodding in their direction. The Asian guy turned his head and looked at them passing by. Thomas heard the guy saying something with a British accent, something among the lines of: "I think I'm going to like it here." When miss Monster and the new boy passed them the blond stared at Thomas, maybe too long, before redirecting his attention on the teacher. "What's the Brit doing here?" Minho said when the two were out of hearing distance. "I don't know. I don't care. Let's just get out of here. I want to smoke." Minho nodded even though they still had one more class.
When they finally were outside Thomas grabbed his cigarette box out of his coat and put a joint between his lips. He lighted it and inhaled, he waited a couple seconds before blowing the smoke out in Minho's face. He handed it to the boy before him and Minho gladly took it. "I fucking hate this school." Thomas said. "You're just frustrated because of miss Monster. You need to get laid." Thomas grinned. "What do you think I'm going to do after my joint is gone?" Thomas winked. They smoked in silence.
Thomas was leaning against the wall in the locker room with a random girl in front of him. Thomas' eyes were closed while his dick was inside the mouth of the girl. He took his phone out of his pants and texted a friend while saying "Take it in a little more." The girl did that and he let out a loud moan but suddenly the door of the locker room opened. Thomas looked up, the girl shrieked and the boy who had opened the door stood there in shock.
'Shit,' Thomas thought. 'It's the new boy.' Thomas looked at him and said, without thinking: "See something you like?" The blond boy looked at him, then the girl, then back at him. "I… uh… I'm…sorry." He let out with a shaky voice. He turned around and left, but when he did that a notebook fell out of his backpack.
The girl wanted to start her 'work' again but Thomas stopped her. "Don't, I don't want to anymore." The girl looked up at him, still on her knees. "Oh, maybe later?" she asked while Thomas buckled up again. The boy walked to the door and said: "Better not, it wasn't the best blowjob I had and I don't do girls twice." Tears started to form in the girl's eyes. "See you never again, Brella." Thomas said and left. "It's Brenda." he heard the girl saying but he didn't care. He never asked a girl's name. And now, he just had to find the boy.
He ran towards the parking lot but it was completely empty, except a few cars. Apparently the boy had ran away really quick. 'Probably scared I'm going to punch him.' Thomas thought. He walked towards his car and drove home while smoking a cigarette. He hummed along to Fade of Imagine Dragons. He parked his car and walked inside greeting his parents with a simple and bored hello.
"Hey, sweetie." Thomas' mother greeted him and asked: "How was school?" Thomas huffed and thought about his day: failed his test, got high and got sucked off in the locker room before getting interrupted by a British stranger. "Fine." he said to his mother, well, adoptive mother. He had been adopted when he was 14 by this couple who really wanted a son that had already grown up. He knew he was a lucky boy but something stung when he thought back on the adoption process and why he was adopted.
"Thomas?" his father asked. "Have you heard what your mother said?" Thomas looked up, he suddenly didn't feel good. He had a shitty day, not the worst he ever had, but he just wasn't in the mood to talk or be around anybody. "I dozed off, what did you say?" he asked with an annoyance in his voice. "The new neighbours invited us over for dinner, to get to know them and introduce themselves." Thomas looked up and thought: 'So, I'll order pizza. Fine for me.' "Okay." The teen said. "You're going too." His mother said.
"What?!" he yelled. "No, I'm not. I don't want to meet them. It'll be fucking boring, just you guys talking on and on about how nice the neighbourhood is and the fucking weather. I'm no…" he was stopped by his dad shouting at him. "Thomas, you're going with us and that's it! I expect you to be at the best of your behaviour and show that they're very welcome." Thomas ran to his room. "Fine!" he yelled before closing his door with a loud bang.
His mother had already laid his clothes on the bed he was going to wear to the dinner. It wasn't something fancy, just a plaid, black and red shirt with black trousers. His was looking in the mirror. His eyes betrayed that he was still high so he used some eye drops before walking downstairs. He listened to his parents telling him he had to be respectful and be a good boy. Apparently the new neighbours also had a son who was the same age as him.
He was texting Minho when his father rang the doorbell and told him to put his phone away. He groaned and did what his father asked. When the door opened he saw a blonde woman greeting them with a British accent and a big smile. He smiled while giving her a handshake and followed her to the dining room. His mouth fell open in shock when he saw who was walking towards him to greet him. Behind the older man, the husband of the woman, was the new boy from school who stopped dead in his tracks. They just stared at each other from a distance.
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