Thomas woke up in a dark room. He couldn't tell if he was in the dorm or somewhere else.

"Is anyone there?" He called out quietly. No response.

He stood up and felt his way along the wall until he felt a light switch. He turned on the light. Looking around the room, he noticed he was still in the dorm, but no one else was with him. Thomas took his phone out of his pocket and checked the time, 5:27 pm, it was almost time for dinner. Confused, he walked out of the dorm. Why would he just knock me unconscious and then leave me? Thomas thought.

He looked down the hallway either side of him and seeing no one, he shrugged, "Might as well go to dinner then," he muttered, walking towards the Dining Hall.

/*\*/*\

Nothing much happened during dinner. Thomas sat at an empty table and sulked quietly. He noticed Minho stand up to come towards him at one point put Newt had put his arm out to stop him. So obviously Newt understood that Thomas wanted to be alone. (Although he had felt a little hurt by Newt's gesture.) After dinner, he went back towards the dorm. He opened the door, as it was already unlocked, and was face-to-face with Gally.

"Hello Greenie, I see that you woke up! Have a nice sleep?" He sneered,

"Yeah, it was pretty good actually. I didn't have any disturbances." Thomas replied quietly, as Gally shoved him towards his temporary bed on the floor. Thomas stumbled over, not even having time to get changed for bed, and was forced to fall asleep as soon as his head hit the floor.

/*\*/*\

He woke to someone kicking him in the side.

"Wake up Shank! Hurry up and get out of our room!"

Thomas sat up and grabbed his books from his suitcase in a daze. Stuffing them into his bag, he grabbed his laptop and walked out of the dorm without questioning why and the door slammed behind him.

I guess they don't want me to hang out in their room all day. Thomas mused, as he stood outside the door still half asleep. He remembered someone mentioning something about a library, and so that's where he headed off to.

/*\*/*\

After getting lost numerous times and almost bumping into Newt, (he turned and walked the other way as soon as he caught sight of him) he arrived at the library. He walked inside and signed in at the desk next to the entrance.

Thomas looked around the library, looking for an empty space. /There./ In the corner, next to a bookshelf there was a small table with a chair next to it. Thomas walked over to the table, past the other people studying near him, and sat down at the desk. He pulled out his laptop and started doing his work that his teachers had sent to him a few days earlier. He didn't have a lot to catch up on since he had only missed the first week of the term, but he had a fair amount that summarised the previous term's work. He started to work on his maths, since that was the class he attended yesterday, and was the most fresh in his mind.

/*\*/*\

Thomas had done about half an hour of studying before he saw Newt enter the library. He froze. Shifting backwards so that he wasn't visible from the entrance. He hoped Newt had gotten the message, but he still didn't know if Newt would leave him alone or not. He decided to just pretend he didn't notice him and continue studying. Keeping his head down low, he continued to work on the work he needed to catch up on. He suddenly froze, as he noticed Newt in the corner of his eye turn and start to walk in his direction. Newt strode up to him and planted his hands firmly on the table, forcing Thomas to stop and look up at him.

"I've told you that I'm bloody sorry! Why don't you forgive me?" He hissed,

Thomas blinked looked down, not meeting Newt's glare. "I can't . " He said quietly.

"Why not?"

"Because I just can't. Okay?!" Thomas closed his book and starting shoving things back into his bag hurriedly. As he stood up to flee, Newt reached out and put an arm on his shoulder, pushing him back into his seat and sending shivers down his spine.

"Sit. Sit and stay. Don't run away Tommy, please." Newt pleaded.

"Don't call me Tommy." Thomas muttered, clenching his fists and and looking down at the table.

"What was that?" Newt asked, not hearing what he said.

"Don't worry," Thomas answered, and he stood up quickly and backed away, grabbing his bag and slinging in over his shoulder.

"Tommy, stop being mad." Newt reached out and put a hand on his shoulder again, trying to calm him down. Thomas frowned, he didn't like how Newt insisted on talking to him even though Thomas was mad at him.

"Don't touch me." Thomas said quietly, pushing him away. He licked his dry lips and started at Newt, his gaze wavering.

"Tommy-"

"No. Don't call me Tommy."

"Tom-Thomas. Why are you running away? I told you I was sorry. Now suck it up and forgive me!" Newt pressed,

"No."

"You must. "

"why"

"Because I'm your bloody friend and I don't like it when my friends are sad!" Newt ran an hand through his hair uncertainty.

Thomas eyed the exit at the other side of the room. He hesitated before casually walking over to the desk and signing out of the Library, Newt doing the same behind him. Thomas slowly walked out the exit, conscious of Newt trailing behind, and as soon as Thomas exited the Library, he ran.