He looked slightly older than Thomas, but still in the same age range. His eyes were brown and very dark, almost black; his messy hair was blond with hints of brown in it. A proud smirk curling his thin lips, he pulled his own chair back and sat down. "Chuck, you can go and say goodbye to your friends, I think." His voice was gentle and nice, Thomas thought as Chuck nodded, stood up and left the room, a bright smile adressed to his brother on his face.
"So, Mr Sone..." The teacher paused for a second, before starting again. "I'm Newt Caasi, but I think we can call ourselves by our names. Do you agree ?"
Thomas put himself together and nodded, running a hand through his messy hair. "Of course." An awkward pause. "So, you wanted to see me... for Chuck."
Newt nodded while crossing a leg over the other, before talking again. "He's a very good student, focused and hard-working, but... I feel like he doesn't quite understand the level of high school and its..."
Thomas was only half-listening, staring at the other man's lips. They seemed so soft and agreeable to the touch... Thomas felt like he was slowly losing focus.
"...Wants." Suddenly Newt moved his face closer, knowing that it was the only way for Thomas to listen. The brown-haired guy's eyes widened and he jumped in surprise, almost falling from his chair. He stuttered an apologize before scratching the back of his head.
"Hard day ?" Newt let out a soft laugh before starting again. "We can meet another time, if you're finding it hard to focus."
Thomas thought for a second, then answered to the suggestion. "Well, it's been a tiring day, so meeting later would be a good idea." Then, before Newt could reply anything:
"Do you want to go to dinner ?"
There was a silence, then Newt ran a hand in his hair. In a second, the smirk was back.
"Are you asking me out ?", he only said, looking straight into Thomas' brown eyes.
"You shouldn't answer to a question with a question." As he regained his self-confidence, Thomas' lips curled up into a smile. "Tomorrow evening ?"
Without taking his eyes off Thomas, Newt took a piece of paper on his desk, scribbled something on it then placed it into Thomas' hand, their skin touching for an instant. It was enough for Thomas to feel chills spark up his spine.
"Alright. See you later then, Newt." The two men looked at each other with a smirk, then shook hands.
"See you later, Thomas."
The brown-haired student reluctantly let Newt's hand go, stood up and left the room after taking his bag.
As soon as he closed the door, Chuck practically jumped on him to ask him tons of question. Thomas didn't even bother answering to all of them, smirking to himself as they took their bikes to get home.
Once there, Thomas opened his hand to see what was on the paper. A number, as he would've guessed.
That evening, it seemed that it had become hard to focus on his homework. He finished them rapidly, rushing instead of doing the details. It was Chuck's turn to cook, and their planning was strict: Thomas, Thomas, Chuck, Thomas, Thomas, Chuck... the older brother had accepted to do most of the work.
They ate with the radio turned to a medium volume. It was one of their few ways to be aware of the world situation... and fill the blanks that existed since their parents had disappeared. They had vanished one night, just after Thomas' 14th birthday. Since then, they did their best to live alone and get over it.
Chuck took a quick shower and went to bed early. After saying him good night, Thomas tried to finish his homework, though the thought of Newt kept floating in his head. He hesitantly sent him a simple text, putting his phone as far from him as he could. He waited 16 minutes that felt like 16 hours, before he received a reply. They set the dinner's time and place, and Thomas had to take a long shower to put himself together. He knew and tried to convince himself that absolutely nothing would happen, but he couldn't be anything but excited about this /date/.
That night, Thomas had trouble finding sleep and even struggled to keep his eyes closed. He felt the powerful envy to tell Minho about all of this, but he knew it wouldn't be a good idea... not now.
Thomas let Chuck sleep in like every saturday morning while he woke up and went to class, still not finding a way to focus on the teacher's lessons instead of his own thoughts. He ate lunch with Minho, who studied at a medical university that wasn't too far. They talked about class, video games, everything... however, Thomas didn't say a word about Newt and the dinner.
He came home in the middle of the afternoon to find his brother still in his pajamas, doing his homework with an eye on the TV. He held back from scolding him, but warned him about his marks- before he rushed to take a shower and get ready. Thomas went for a simple outfit, nothing too fancy: jeans, a plain black T-shirt and a a cardigan. Before going, he sprayed a tiny bit of perfume in his neck, hoping it wasn't too much.
When he left the flat, he avoided Chuck's question immediatly. "It's just a dinner with a few classmates", he told him while nervously chewing on his bottom lip.
Good thing the restaurant wasn't far: coming with his bike looked everything but fancy, and taxis were too expensive. Instead he walked there, his hands in his pockets, rehearsing conversation-starter lines in his head.
However, when he walked into the restaurant and saw Newt at the table...
He forgot everything.
Hi everyone ! First of all, sorry for the delay. I really have no excuse...
Anyways, I would like to thank you all for welcoming the fic so warmly ! I am so happy that people like what I do. That's why I did my best for chapter 2 and I hope you liked it ;w;
I can't say when chapter 3 will be up, but I'll do my best c:
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