Sorry for the late update, I just got back from vacation. I was planning on updating before I left, but I had a lot of shit going on and almost had to go to the hospital and yah, a lot's happened, my apologies again.
For future reference, in case you don't know, group b used stick as one of their slang words.
Also, I neglected to mention that the title is a Pink Floyd reference. Damn good band
Also for the descriptions of Ben and Gally, I based Gally's description off of the book description, but couldn't find anything about Ben. In case you're unaware, there is a Maze Runner movie in the making and I can't remember the name of the guy playing Ben and don't feel like looking it up (Chris something I think) But I do know that he's sexy as fuck. Ben's description is based off this, but Gally's is not based off his movie description because he was given a detailed book description. I'm not bashing Will Poulter (who's playing Gally) in any way. Sorry, just felt the need to clarify.
"Get up ladies, it's morning!" Thomas groaned, pulling his blanket over his head in a pathetic attempt to cover the sound assaulting his ears. When the blanket was roughly yanked away, he came face to face with Newt.
"Well are you gonna just sit there or are you gonna get your lazy duff outta bed?" As much as Thomas would have loved to just sit there, he knew it was his first real day of school and he had to be present. He groaned again, shoving the boy off of him.
"Nngghh, fine." Newt smiled, then grabbed Thomas' pillow, throwing it at the bed across the room.
"Chuck!" A lumpy mass of blankets twitched and let out a surprised yelp.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR SHUCK-FACE?!" He yelled, sitting up quickly. "YOU SCARED THE KLUNK OUTTA ME."
"I told you to get your sorry arse outta bed and you just lay there like Minho when he eats too much." Newt griped, giggling slightly at the younger boy.
"You're not the boss of me." Chuck shot back grumpily.
"Don't make me get Alby." Newt teased, but Chuck didn't seem to catch on to his humor, eyes getting wide before he hauled himself out from beneath the blankets.
"I'm going, I'm going." The boy went off to change in a corner, still grumbling and sending furious glances back in Newt's direction.
"So why are we up so early? I thought classes started at seven-thirty. It's six." Thomas asked as he fumbled with his shirt. Newt laughed.
"As much as you need your beauty sleep, I figured we should get an early start so I can show you your classes. We're a small school, about sixty of us in all, so you're likely to get somebody you already know in most, if not all your classes. What's your schedule?"
"Math, science, literature, then social studies."
"Well, you've got math and literature with me and Alby. Unfortunately, you've got your first two classes with Gally, one of them with Ben as well. Steer clear of them; they're nothing but trouble. You're last three classes you've got with Minho, and social studies you've got with Chuck. Not bad."
Thomas would have hoped to have more classes with Chuck, and wouldn't have minded less classes with Alby, but Newt was right, it wasn't bad.
After getting dressed, he followed Newt out the door.
"Ok Greenie, We're gonna do this fast because I want breakfast. Math room's this way."
"Greenie?" Thomas questioned, eyebrows raising. Newt only sighed.
"I hate newbies, I really do."
They finished the tour quickly, Newt didn't linger in the classrooms for very long before moving to the next. His leg seemed to be bothering him, so nearly every movement made him wince. He did a good job of hiding it, but Thomas noticed anyway.
"You okay man?" Newt looked up in surprise.
"What makes you ask?"
"Your leg, you're favoring it."
Newt said nothing for a minute. "Well, get used to it, Tommy, that's how it usually is."
"What happened?"
Newt paused for even longer. "Best be getting to lunch, don't want to keep everyone waiting." They started walking off in the other direction. "Oh and you finally get to meet some girls here. Most of whom are Minho's Ex-girlfriends." Newt laughed at the second part, but it took Thomas a minute to join in. "Then again half the guys in this school are his ex-boyfriends." Thomas's felt his face grow red at that last statement. Minho was bi? Newt must have noted the change of expression, for he sighed loudly. "Ughh, don't tell me you're homophobic. If so, you better transfer out of that class you have with Ben and Gally. I once got to class early and they were-"
"Newt, I'm not homophobic! Please, just don't finish that sentence!" Newt breathed a sigh of relief.
"Good, at this school, you can't afford to be." He laughed. "Well tell me Tommy, If you're not homophobic, why were you blushing like that?" He wiggled his eyebrows. Thomas's face turned crimson. "Hurry your butt, we're almost there." As they walked into the hustle and bustle of the cafeteria, Thomas saw Minho, sitting by Alby, wave him over. Newt elbowed him lightly. "He's single you know." He whispered before going over to sit by Alby. Thomas practically growled at him before taking a seat by Minho. He finished saying something quietly to Alby that made the boy chuckle darkly before he turned to Thomas.
"Hey greenbean, did you enjoy the tour?"
"Why does everyone keep calling me greenbean?!"
Minho laughed. "Means you're the newest newbie. Used to be Chuck, but now you're stuck with it."
"Great. Couldn't ask for a better nickname." He replied dryly.
"Hey, I've thought of worse." He said, laughing. It was abruptly cut off though, when he spotted two boys walking towards their table. They were close to the same height, but the one in front was slightly taller. He had greasy black hair that hung in front of his face in clumpy strands and a slightly smushed face with a large nose that jutted forward awkwardly. The one behind him was definitely easier on the eyes, handsome even, which made Thomas wonder what they were doing together. He had a strong build and a strong jaw, with pale blue eyes and light blonde hair. But his face was marred with an arrogant smirk.
"Get out of here Gally." Alby said this, standing up to face him, and though he was barely taller, he was far more intimidating. Gally smirked.
"Hey, I'm not here to make fun of your boyfriend again." He spat, glancing at Newt. "I just wanted to introduce myself to the newbie." He turned to Thomas. "I'm Gally and this," he thrust his thumb towards the boy behind him, "Is Benny."
"Ben." The other boy spoke up, embarrassed.
Gally snorted. "Excuse me, Ben."
"I said get out, Gally!" Alby snarled, and Thomas fought the urge to shrink back in terror. He was far more afraid of Alby than Gally.
"Hey, I wasn't doin nothin' to you, shank, don't give me lip. Just came over to make sure the newbie knew his place."
"Don't you go messin' with Thomas." Minho spoke up. "If you do, you'll be messin' with me."
"And me." Newt added.
"I think I've made my feelings pretty clear already." Alby said bluntly.
"Oh I'm shaking in my boots. Me and all my friends against a hothead, an emo, and a princess. Truly terrified." And with that he stalked off, Ben close at his heels.
"Who put a stick up his ass?" Thomas muttered.
Minho laughed. "That would be Ben." Thomas gave him a horrified look that made him laugh harder.
"We should probably introduce you to Sonia and Harriet later. Though I don't volunteer to do it. Sonia just might gut me." They laughed and continued with their usual talk and gossip, before Minho poked Thomas in the shoulder.
"Oh, I forgot to ask you, we have a spot open on the track team that needs to be filled as soon as possible, would you be interested?" Thomas raised his eyebrows.
"You do track?"
Minho grinned smugly. "Team captain, as well as best distance runner. Newt over there used to be our best sprinter, but ever since he hurt his leg, we haven't been able to find a good replacement. Do you run?" Thomas shrugged.
"I guess we'll find out." Minho patted him on the back.
"Great, glad you're interested. Couldn't get Alby to join." He stuck his tongue out at the dark-skinned boy. "Dick."
"Hey, you know I'm no good at it!"
"No matter what you say, I'll still be mad at you." Minho shot back, pouting.
"Hey guys!" A girl walked over to their table. She was tall and lean, wavy black hair swishing behind her with every movement. "I'm new here, Sonia and Harriet told me to introduce myself." She glanced back at the table of girls across the room.
"Sonia, eh?" Minho asked. "Did she say anything about me?" The girl laughed, but Thomas felt his heart sink.
"Something. I'm pretty sure I heard the words stick, bitch, and idiotic bastard. That's just the lighter stuff. I don't feel comfortable saying the rest out loud."
Minho pouted. "Aww." He turned to Thomas. "My most recent ex." The boy practically breathed out a sigh of relief. There was just something about Minho...
"I'm Teresa by the way."
"I'm Newt."
"Alby."
"As you probably already know, the name's Minho."
"Thomas. I'm new here too." He said, smiling. She smiled back.
"Cool! Well, I'm gonna sit back with them, nice meeting you!" She waved before going back to her table.
Minho raised his eyebrows. "She's pretty cute, what do you think Thomas?"
He shrugged "She was pretty I guess." And she was. Anyone with eyes could see that. But he felt no connection with her, no spark, nothing that peaked his interest. She did seem nice, though, and he wouldn't mind talking to her again.
His morning classes flew by, thankfully with no trouble from Gally or Ben. It was almost like his old school, the obnoxious passing of notes between Newt, Alby, Minho, and, occasionally, himself. He didn't really listen to what the teachers were saying and they didn't seem to much care what they were saying themselves. The thing nagging at his mind, however, was his track team audition. Minho told him he would just have to run a few things, the 100, 200, 400, and 1600 and see how his time stacks up. He really didn't want to disappoint him, and he definitely didn't want to embarrass himself.
"Distracted there, are we greenie?"
Thomas looked up. Minho was standing over his desk.
"Nervous for your little audition?"
Thomas nodded. "A bit. I really want to get on the team."
Minho smiled. "I'm sure you'll do fine. Don't sweat it." He patted him on his back, hands lingering just barely longer than they should have. "You wanna walk to lunch with me?"
Thomas grinned. "Sure!"
Thomas sat in last hour, stirring nervously. When the half bell had wrung he actually fell out of his seat in surprise, earning quite a few snickers and a joking insult from Chuck. He couldn't get the butterflies in his stomach to go away. Finally, when class had dragged on enough and the final bell went off, he stayed in his seat, waiting for Minho to come and meet him. He felt his thoughts wander to the other, though the butterflies remained, but perhaps for a different reason. If it was Chuck or Newt he wouldn't feel nearly as nervous, so why Minho?
"I see you're in a deep thinking mood today." He heard a sarcastic voice remark behind him. "This is the second time I've caught you staring into space when I walked in the room."
Thomas coughed uncomfortably. "Just tired I guess."
The other boy grinned. "Well you better get your butt up and stay awake because we're heading to the track. After we see how you do, I'll tell you the results tomorrow. The next meet is actually three days from now, so if you make it you'll have to get yourself in shape pretty fast." Thomas stood up.
"Cool, lets go."
Hope you liked it guys!
I'll try to update faster this time. Thanks for reading and thank you for all the lovely reviews! I'm happy this story had gotten positive responses so far.
by the way, Gally does actually call Ben "Benny" in the books.