Part II
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"What were you thinking!?".
Newt jerked his head up to see an angry looking Lauren with her hands on her hips, staring down at him.
"What?" he asked innocently.
"You did it!" she cried "And Russ knows that either I did or you did it and since I was there when you did it, he knows that I know that you did it!".
Newt frowned, taking in her panting breath and angry eyes.
"Okay, that made no sense at all" he stated.
"Newt!" she shrieked, plopping down beside him on his bed.
He sighed and smirked at her.
"Admit it" she said firmly.
Newt turned to face her. "Will you calm down? I thought you'd be happy not to study".
Lauren sighed exhaustingly and flopped down on his bed, lying down on her front.
Newt watched her; his dark eyes flickering with confusion.
"If I don't pass the test, we're both screwed!" she mumbled into his pillow.
Newt reached over and let his fingers glide along her back.
"Stop it, Newt" she moaned tiredly.
Newt lay down beside her and smiled fondly.
"What?" she asked, looking up.
"You look beautiful" he blurted out.
He turned away and blushed, not realising how it had just slipped out.
"Stop joking, Newt" she smiled, cuddling back into his pillow.
He resisted the urge to say he wasn't joking but reframed anyway.
"You're not seriously going to go to sleep in my room?" he asked, laughing.
Lauren pouted, playfully whacked him and let her head fall back down. "I really don't know how tired I got...Though I didn't sleep much last night...Dreaming".
She blushed; remembering her dream about Newt.
"You can sleep here, if you want..." Newt replied "That way you don't have to go home and come back again for The Pub birthday thing".
"You don't mind?" Lauren mumbled, her eyes already closing and her breathing peaceful.
Newt let his fingers glide over hers and he began tracing out her lines and curves.
"No" he whispered "I don't mind at all".
"Mmmm" Lauren nodded.
Newt reached over and pulled out his camera.
He knew he shouldn't film her, not when she was sleeping...Sleeping like an angel.
Newt turned it on and filmed the rise and fall of her chest, the way her eyes would flutter and her head would move.
She sighed deeply, gripping his hand with her nails.
"Newt..." she muttered softly.
He glanced down, still noticing that she was still asleep.
Newt turned off the camera, put it away and lay down beside Lauren.
He leaned in and gently kissed her on her forehead.
"You are beautiful, Lauren" Newt whispered.
He put his head next to hers and closed his eyes.
Lauren murmured something incoherent and he felt her arm hook around his waist.
Newt's breathing slightly went up, and he tried to keep his eyes closed.
Slowly, he felt tired and began to drift off into sleep, Lauren lying right beside him.
-
"Newt!" Frankie cried, knocking furiously on his door. "Newt!".
She barged in and gasped at Lauren curled up in Newt's chest; both asleep.
"Oh my..." she murmured.
"What?" Darren asked loudly, walking in.
He glanced down.
"Oh my god!" he cried.
Both Newt and Lauren jerked up; now fully awake.
"Frankie?" Newt rubbed his eyes; his voice coming out hoarse and dry.
"Moron" Lauren greeted Darren.
Darren applauded. "Oh very clever! You wanna come down? Party's not even started yet but already someone's bedding someone...".
"We weren't doing anything!" Newt protested.
"You" Frankie pointed to Lauren "Go wait downstairs while I have a word with Newt".
"What?" Newt asked.
Lauren glanced at Newt and strolled out, Darren right behind her, already making some kind of emo joke.
"Love" Frankie began "Is a dangerous thing and...".
Newt folded his arms and raised his eyebrows. "You're kidding, right? We weren't doing anything...Lauren just fell asleep".
Frankie walked over to the door and closed it shut. "Look, when I was your age I was...Well, I had a bit of a reputation for being a bit, well...overly friendly and all the boys my age were very attracted to me—".
"Frankie!" Newt winced "Can you just get to the point?".
Frankie nodded "Newt...Lust is—".
"I'm out of here" Newt pushed past Frankie, opening his door and marching out.
Frankie sighed. She'd had these talks so many times before with all her kids...But every time still seemed as uncomfortable as the next and her kids were all reasonably older.
She turned and walked out.
-
Newt and Lauren sat in a corner of The Pub, listening to the upbeat music that played loudly. The Pub had gotten considerably busier and Newt was sure that probably half the people in The Dog didn't even know Niall.
Lauren sighed and folded her arms. "So, what did Frankie say?".
Newt smirked and leaned back "I think she was trying to give me some sort of sex talk...".
Lauren fell silent and then groaned. "I bet she's gonnah tell my dad! Or Calvin! Or my mum! Oh my god, I'm dead".
Newt smiled "Chill...I don't think she thinks anything happened".
"But nothing did happen" Lauren stated, her voice almost sounding slightly disappointed but Newt chose to ignore it.
He glanced back at her and caught her hungry gaze.
"Right" he nodded. "Nothing happened".
Lauren looked away first, staring shrewdly at Mercedes wrapping herself around Rhys. They grinned, took each other's hand and walked off somewhere.
"Awright?" a voice asked.
They jerked up to see Niall and Michaela.
"They don't talk" Michaela smiled sweetly "At least I don't think they do...They're very silent".
"You enjoying the party?" Niall continued.
Newt and Lauren stared at him as if he were an idiot.
"Okay then" Michaela nodded, pulling Niall over to another part of the pub.
"I don't trust him" Newt blurted out.
Lauren had to lean in to hear him properly but she nodded anyway.
"Me neither...I think it's the jacket" she added.
Suddenly, Darren approached them.
"You death-kids enjoying the happy music?" he gloated.
"Go away, Darren" Lauren muttered.
Darren fake gasped. "Oh! The She-Death talks!".
Newt glared at him and turned away.
Suddenly, he grabbed Lauren's hand and pulled her up, past Darren and into the crowd.
"Newt, what?" she asked.
"Wanna go up to my room?" he asked, leaning in to be heard.
Lauren just nodded and he led them up the stairs, avoiding drunken louts, a couple of people snogging and more drunken people.
"Finally" Lauren sighed as they walked into the living room. It was peaceful and almost sound free.
They stopped abruptly as they came to Newt's door.
There were sounds coming from it. Almost happy sounds...
Lauren glanced at Newt.
"Who's in your room?" she whispered.
Newt shrugged and reached for the door knob.
"Don't" she cried, pushing his hand away.
"Who's out there?" a voice cried from Newt's room.
They heard footsteps and Newt pushed Lauren into a small cupboard; placing his hand over her mouth as she protested. He crammed the door shut and pressed his body against hers as he tried to hear.
"Hello?" the male voice asked again.
"No one's there, come back to bed..." a female voice laughed.
Lauren muttered something furiously to Newt but he tightened his grip on her and shushed her.
"I mean it!" the male voice cried "Who the bloody hell is there?".
"Rhys, come back to bed!" the female cried.
"Mercedes?" Lauren whispered, her lips moving against Newt's hand.
"Mercy, someone was there" Rhys replied. "Hey, let's go back to mine...".
"Oh alright then" she sighed.
They heard the footsteps getting quieter and quieter and when he thought it was okay, Newt dropped his hand.
Lauren sighed freely "What the hell was that?".
Newt shrugged "Must be having a secret affair...".
Lauren winced "In your bed...".
Newt realised that he still pressing his body to hers and apparently she did too.
He gently prised himself way and reached for the door knob.
They had got to the living room when Frankie walked in.
"What were you two doing up here?" she asked sharply.
Newt glared at her. "Not having sex if that's what you mean".
Lauren blushed scarlett red and looked away.
Frankie straightened up. "No, that's not what I meant Newt and you know it. Go run down stairs and try to stay out of everybody's way...This is getting to be more of a party than I thought".
Lauren followed Newt out and they walked back down into the main pub, back into the crowd.
"Wanna go outside?" Lauren asked.
Newt nodded and they headed outside, stopping when they got to the pond.
"Do you wanna go somewhere else?" he asked quickly.
Lauren frowned. "Why...Exactly?".
Newt gestured to the pond and shrugged.
"I'm not traumatised, Newt" she sighed.
Newt nodded. "Right...".
"Get me the deal!" a rough voice demanded from the shadows.
Newt instinctively stepped in front of Lauren and glanced towards a bush to see two figures.
"That's Niall" Lauren whispered into his ear.
They saw Niall grab the other man in anger. "I want the heroin, okay!? Give me the syringe or I'll kill you, got it?".
Lauren pulled Newt into her chest and wrapped her arms around his waist in fear.
"What are you gonnah do with it?" the other man asked fiercely.
"I'm gonnah inject Michaela" Niall hissed evilly. "Now, give me the damn drugs!".
The other man slowly reached inside his jacket and pulled out a big brown envelope.
"Here" he grunted.
Niall grabbed the brown envelope and let the other man fall to the ground.
He felt Lauren lean against him in fear as Niall turned and began walking back to the pub.
"Newt" she whispered, her nails digging into his hot skin.
"We have to find Michaela" he said quietly, taking her hand and walking back to the pub.
"He's a psycho-path" Lauren said as they entered the noisy pub again.
Newt glanced around and spotted Amy.
"Where's Michaela?" Newt asked Amy bluntly.
Amy frowned. "What? Why do you want—".
"Niall's gonnah hurt her" Lauren blurted out "Where is she?".
Amy laughed and then stopped when they weren't laughing with her.
"Oh my god, you're serious?" she gasped.
Newt raised his eyebrow. "Do you know where she is?".
"She said she was going to the toilet" Amy replied.
Newt and Lauren shot away, to the pub toilets.
Amy looked after them. She sighed and marched her way over.
"What—" Lauren began.
"If its true then I'm helping" Amy cut her off.
"Go into the girls toilet" Newt told them "Get Michaela out of here, take her up stairs".
Lauren glanced back at Newt and then followed Amy into the girls toilet.
"Michaela?" Amy asked. "Mik? Mik, you there?".
"Amy!" a happy voice cried.
Michaela appeared from a cubicle, obviously drunk and happy.
She glanced at Lauren. "Oh, Grim-Lauren doesn't—doesn't look very hap—" she hiccupped "Happy..!".
Lauren rolled her eyes.
Amy hooked her arm around Michaela and helped her up. "C'mon...Let's go".
"Come where?" Michaela asked, as Lauren used her arm to help Amy with Michaela.
"Up stairs" Amy told her. "Make you nice cup of coffee...".
They hobbled out, Newt waiting for them.
"Niall's over having a beer with John-Paul" he told them "We need to keep him away from Michaela".
"What if he decides to inject someone else?" Lauren asked.
"What are you two talking about?" Amy cried.
"We'll explain upstairs..." Newt replied.
Amy and Lauren helped Michaela upstairs as Newt followed closely behind.
-
Amy sighed heavily as she let Michaela sink into the living-room couch. Michaela smiled to herself and rolled over in sleep.
"So, what you're trying to say is that Niall is actually evil and wants to inject Michaela with heroin?".
Newt nodded. "It sounds crazy—".
"It is crazy" Amy interrupted.
Lauren shrugged. "It's true, we heard him and some guy outside".
Amy bit her lip and shook her head in confusion.
"I knew there was something weird about that guy" Lauren said softly.
"I wonder where Niall is now..." Amy wondered aloud.
"I'm right here".
They all spun around and froze to see Niall, standing in the doorway; the brown envelope in his hand.
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