'Who may this be?' Newt calls out.
'Let me in, man!' I hear Minho yell.
'It's unlocked, idiot!' Newt yells back.
I hear the sound of the handle turning, then the door opens and Minho struts in, flicking his black hair. He always enters like this. Newt and I became friends with Minho pretty much as soon as we were allowed to go into other people's rooms. Which surprisingly was over a year after we came to WICKED (World In Catastrophe Killzone Experiment Department). I move over to make room for him, but fall over somehow… even though I'm already sitting down, I'm so clumsy it's not even funny… and wind up with my head in Newt's lap. He flicks my forehead.
'Ow!' I exclaim.
Newt chuckles and helps me back up into sitting position.
'I hate you,' I mutter.
'No you don't, you love me,' Newt laughs.
'I do.'
'And I love you too,' Newt kisses me on the cheek.
I smile and blush.
Minho looks at us for a little while.
'You sure you're not together?' He raises his eyebrows.
'Shut up, Minho,' Newt says.
'We're just friends,' I tell him.
It's true. Newt and I have been best friends since as long as I can remember. Although something always stirs deep inside me whenever he kisses me on the cheek, I know he only sees me as his buddy.
'Okay, alright,' Minho raises his hands in fake surrender. 'Just so ya know, if you ever got together I would totally support that.'
I smack him playfully on the arm.
'You're so lucky you got to live with a chic, Newt. I wish Gally was this hot.' Minho pointed to me.
Minho's roommate is this really moody ugly guy named Gally, and Minho's always in our room so he doesn't have to spend so much time with him.
'I'm not hot,' I laugh.
'Yeah ya are, Emma,' Minho smirks.
Suddenly Newt's face clouds over, and he glares at Minho.
'You okay, Newt?' I ask.
Newt blinks a couple of times and shakes his head.
'Yeah… yeah. I'm fine, Emmy,' Newt pats me on the shoulder awkwardly. 'So you got those bloody reading tests in a couple of hours, Minho?'
'Nah, Gally and I have fitness testing. When do you think these idiots are going to stop testing us?' Minho rolls his eyes.
'Never,' Newt says gravely.
Then our door opens. Thomas stands there.
'Sorry, but Minho needs to go back to his room,' Thomas tells us.
Minho groans and jumps of the bed.
'Alright, alright,' he heads out the door, 'bye guys.'
Thomas watches him walk away, then he looks back at Newt and I. His eyes have bags under them, as if he hasn't slept in days. And they have a sad look about them.
'You look terrible, Tommy,' Newt looks at Thomas with worry.
'Yeah, are you alright?' I ask him.
Thomas takes a deep breath, and for a moment it looks like he's going to burst into tears.
'It's going to start soon. They're going to go through with it. It will happen,' Thomas says in a wobbly voice.
I look over at Newt and see his eyebrows furrowed together, his forehead creased. That's how he looks when he's confused. I feel equally as puzzled.
'What are you talking about, Tommy?' Newt says quietly.
But then Thomas pulls himself together and offers us a small smile.
'Nothing. Sorry about that. Remember your reading tests are in one hour and fifty-two minutes.'
Then Thomas closes our door softly and we hear him walk away.
