"Ok, maybe this wasn't a good idea." Newt chuckled as Thomas was wiping the blonde's soaked shirt of beer.

"Yeah, maybe." Thomas responded with a laugh. The music was too loud, people there were crazy drunk and there were a lot of people screaming and grinding on each other. Newt was already drunk despite only having 3 cups of beer. Thomas did not have any because he was afraid something might happen to them so he needed to be sober.

"Do you want to go?" Newt said, inching closer to Thomas, dancing through the music. Newt bit his lip and stared at Thomas. Thomas was staring back and he wasn't even aware that his hands have sneaked their way to the blonde's waist, swaying through the music.

"Maybe we should." Thomas said, looking at Newt's swollen lips.

"If you want to, you can kiss them, you know." Newt said as he leaned closer to Thomas. How drunk was the blonde? Did the blonde want to kiss him or is that just drunk Newt talking? Although Thomas thought that the offer was encouraging, he couldn't do it knowing that Newt was under the influence of alcohol.

"What's 2 + 4?" Thomas inquired. Newt started to scrunch his face, seemingly thinking very hard. Yup, not a good sign.

"Um... 24?" Newt answered and leaned on Thomas' chest. "I'm tired."

"Okay, let's go." Thomas said, dragging the blonde to the exit.

"Okay." Newt said sleepily, wrapping his arms around the brunette. Thomas just smiled and wrapped his arms around the blonde leading them to the doorway. Just as Thomas was about to approach the door leading outside, he heard someone call.

"Thomas! You made it!" Minho cheered, holding a red cup in his hands. "And who do we have here?" Minho teased.

"Ugh, Newt, don't sleep yet. You're kinda heavy." Thomas said, ignoring Minho when he felt Newt getting heavier.

"Sorry. Just... Tired."

"Newt?" Minho asked, confused.

"Babyyyyyyyy!" Newt cheered drunkenly when he spotted Minho. He removed his body from Thomas and started to move closer to Minho.

"What?" Thomas asked.

"Minho, here, was my-" Newt started before Minho interrupted.

"Best friend. Thomas knew that already." Minho said catching the blonde before he crashed to the floor.

"No no no no no." Newt said, "I wanna go to bed or a bathroom, I don't know..." Newt leaned on to Minho and yawned. Minho looked at Thomas and gestured to take the blonde. Thomas followed and grabbed Newt.

"C'mon, Newt. Let's get you to bed." Thomas said as Newt leaned on to him again.

"Okay, mom." Newt then fell asleep on Thomas.

"Jesus..." Thomas said as the weight of Newt was suddenly overwhelming him. Thank god Minho helped him carry Newt outside. They walked downstairs, where Thomas' room was.

"Thanks." Thomas said as they reached his door. He got his keys and opened the door. They got in and placed Newt to the other bed.

"Mmmmm. Comfy." Newt said as he rolled on the bed, immediately snoring. Thomas just chuckled. He turned around and noticed Minho staring at the blonde with worry.

"Hey, um, thanks for helping me with Newt." Thomas said as he approached Minho.

"Yeah. Yeah of course." Minho said as he was pulled back to reality. Thomas joined him to walk outside the door.

"You better get back to your party."

"Yeah."

"Thanks again."

"Hey, no problem." Minho smiled and before Thomas can close the door, Minho called back.

"Hey, Thomas?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't... let Newt to any party again, okay? Especially alcohol."

"Why?"

"Just promise me."

"Why?"

"Just!... Promise me." Minho yelled a little too loudly but brought his voice down again.

"Yeah. I promise. No more parties, no more alcohol. Got it."

"Thank you." Minho smiled and went on his way. Thomas closed the door and sighed. What was that about? He was frying his brain with too much thoughts when he heard the blonde chuckle and got up from the bed.

"Oh, ravish me dear Tommy!" He said sleepily. Thomas just chuckled and tugged the blonde back to bed.

"Okay, get in there."

"Thanks, Tommy."

"Anytime, Newt." Thomas stayed there, rubbing his hands all over Newt's mess of a hair. He smiled as the blonde peacefully drifted off.

Thomas was sleeping peacefully when he heard a loud groan from the other side of the room. He turned and saw a blonde guy sitting on the supposedly empty bed. Before he can freak out, he remembered that Newt stayed over because of his drunken state.

"Oh god, my head." Thomas heard Newt complain.

"Good morning too, drunkard." Thomas cheered as he got up his bed.

"Slim it, shank." Newt said, looking up to the brunette with one eye closed. "My head is throbbing."

"Yeah, let me get some aspirin." Thomas jumped up from his bed and went to the bathroom.

"MY HEAAAAD!" Newt yelled and Thomas just chuckled while shuffling through the medicine cabinet. He emerged from the bathroom only to find Newt all curled up on the bed, butt sticking out.

"What are you doing?" Thomas asked while grinning.

"I'm dying, Thomas." Newt said in a whining voice.

"Oh, you exaggerated idiot." Thomas approached the curled up blonde and gave him the medicine along with the glass of water, "Take this. It'll make you feel better." Newt stood up and took it.

"Thanks." Newt smiled at Thomas and then placed his hands again on his head, "Oh god, I think something's gonna pop out. Ugh. Never again."

"First time getting drunk?" Thomas asked, shifting on his seat.

"Second but equally awful," Newt stared at Thomas in horror, "Did I do something stupid?"

Thomas thought about last night. Newt spilling his drink all over himself, him almost kissing Thomas, him calling Minho 'Baby' and him telling Thomas to ravish him.

"No," Thomas lied, "I was there, you were fine." Thomas smiled as Newt sighed in relief.

"Oh, thank god. You're a good egg, Thomas." Newt said and laid back down on the bed. "Would it me okay if I slept some more?" Newt asked, eyes half closed.

"Yeah but aren't you gonna tell your parents or your sister that you're here?"

"Done. After I woke up it was the first thing I did and then screamed from the pain." Newt said in a sleepy voice. Thomas just chuckled and got up, changed his shirt, grabbed his wallet and started to walk out the door. "Wh-where you going?" Newt asked, raising his head a little as he heard the door open.

"Just getting us some breakfast, you dork."

"Oh. Okay. Take care."

"Bye."

"Make good choices!"

"Coming from the boy who is suffering from a hangover."

"That's why I know th- Just go!"

Thomas laughed and closed the door, letting the blonde have some sleep.

After 30 mins or so, Thomas was making his way back to his room along with freshly baked bagels and two cups of hot coffee. He opened his door and say Newt pacing back and forth inside.

"Didn't I tell you to go back to sleep?" Thomas said, putting his keys down and setting the food on the table.

"Can't sleep. I feel a lot better now though." Newt cheered as he heard Thomas' voice. "That smells good!" Newt walked towards the table like an eager child. The blonde immediately grabbed what's his and ate it quickly.

"Slow down. You'll choke." Thomas chuckled and sat across from Newt. Newt looked at him, cheeks full.

"You'd love that Tommy, huh?" Newt said teasingly. Thomas tried his hardest to hide his blush and just change the subject but his mouth only managed to stutter. Was Newt flirting or is he still under the alcohol?

"Just eat, Klunk!" Thomas just safely said and tried his best not to wander around the idea of Newt choking under Thoma-

"What are you doing today?" Newt asked, pulling Thomas back to reality.

"Me, nothing. You... should really sleep." Thomas responded pointing Newt with his bagel. The blonde just laughed and continued eating.

"Yeah, probably." Newt piped up and they both ate in comfortable silence. Thomas tried, he really tried not to steal glances at Newt but that task was near impossible. He often find himself looking up and stare at the blonde. He really does not know though. He knew that he liked Newt but he was pretty sure it was a platonic kind of liking but, his body tells a different story. When the blonde was around, he feels tense and relax at the same time. His heart pound a little faster but he tries to ignore it. He relished the times they accidentally and intentionally touch each other in simple ways.

"I smell burning." Newt suddenly spoke and it made Thomas jump.

"Wh-uh?" Thomas asked, still disoriented from his thoughts.

"I can smell your brain burning from overthinking so much." Newt continued, "Seriously, Thomas. What's going in inside that knucklehead of yours?"

"None of your business." Thomas said as he finally grasped the idea of what was happening.

"Cranky." Newt chuckled finishing the last piece of food. Thomas stared at the blonde who was eagerly caressing his stomach and leaning on the chair.

"Hey, um." Thomas started. He was really curious about Minho's warning about Newt being near alcohol last night. "Minho told me last night to prevent you from drinking alcohol again." Newt's face suddenly scrunched up at the mention of Minho's name. He can see the pain and annoyance in the blonde's eyes. He quickly stood up.

"Really?" Newt said as he was staring to grab his things. Thomas must've hit some nerve and he immediately regretted to bring up the topic. He can feel the anxious aura on the blonde.

"Sorry, Newt. I-I didn't mean to-" Thomas stood up too and dragged his hands through his hair. Newt was leaving.

"No, no. It's just... I have to go." Newt suddenly bolted towards the door but before he can go he turned to Thomas and flashed him a smile, "See you tomorrow at school, yeah?" and with that Newt was out the door.

Thomas was there just frozen on his spot. He was beyond confused. Minho was protective last night and Newt was pissed when he told him about it. What happened between them? Why the cold shoulder? Newt said they still talked but there must be some conflict between them. He relaxed and went to his bed, thinking about the blonde who can't wait to get put if his dorm room. He wanted to hang out with Newt more today but now that he was alone. What was he gonna do on a Sunday morning?

"Maybe they're frenemies. You'll never know." Gally announced, sipping his coffee. Thomas was not gonna sulk around all day and think about what just happened. He called Gally and decided to meet him at The Maze and just talk. He was much to confused and he was afraid to be alone with his thoughts.

"Maybe. But Minho was all protective of Newt last night. There must be something more." Thomas retaliated. He does not know what exactly happened but he was sure it was not pleasant if Newt reacted like that. He looked up from his coffee and looked at his friend. To his surprise, Gally was sporting a smirk on his face.

"What?" Thomas asked, exasperated.

"Are you... jealous?" Gally suddenly said, the hint of mock and teasing was on his voice.

"What the hell are you talking about?" Was he jealous? No, he wasn't, was he? Minho and Newt had a past but that was the past and they were only friends! Also, there is nothing going on between Newt and Thomas so why the hell would he be jealous? Sure he had unspeakable feelings towards the blonde but he knew it was one sided.

"You... being all sulky and sad. You can't stop talking about this issue." Gally stated, gesturing Thomas' hunched posture on the table. "You obviously like this Newt guy."

"I do not." Thomas denied.

"Whatever, dude." Gally chuckled and leaned in his chair. Thomas hated that look. Gally always knew Thomas better than Thomas knew himself. He was thankful that he had that kind of friend but also annoyed at the fact. Gally always knew what was happening before Thomas, and Gally never missed a beat to tell him what's what.

"Just drop it, Gally." Thomas said, throwing his crumpled tissue paper at the smiling boy. Gally just laughed at the flustered brunette. "I should've called Teresa."

"That girl would grill you if she ever finds out about this blonde prince inside your head." Gally stated, mush to Thomas' annoyance.

"He is not a blonde prince in my head!" Thomas stormed but it only made Gally laugh out loud.

"Who is the blonde prince inside your head, Thomas?" Thomas and Gally jumped as Fry spoke behind them, carrying a tray of drinks. He was smiling eagerly and flashed a friendly posture.

"Hey, Fry." Thomas greeted. "Nothing. You just took it out of context."

"Are you talking about that blonde guy you took here as a date?" Fry asked, going around the place serving the drinks. He then sat back down with them as the deed was done. It was a relatively slow afternoon considering it's Sunday.

"WHAT?!" Gally yelled, punching Thomas on the arms, "YOU BROUGHT HIM HERE?!"

"Yes, I did. And it was only for studying." Thomas sighed. He knew this was a bad idea. Fry and Gally ganging up on him.

"Yeah, if you call 'staring and drooling' studying, then sure." Fry chimed and gave Thomas a knowing smile.

"Subtle, Thomas. Very subtle." Gally cheered and high-fived Fry. Thomas wanted to dump his hot coffee on his friends and just leave them.

"Look, whatever you guys are suspecting, it's not." Thomas lamely said, trying his best not to put much enthusiasm on his denying.

"Fine. Just don't forget about telling us the date of the wedding alright, Tommy?" Fry teased and laugh mockingly.

"HE CALLS HIM TOMMY?!" Gally screamed.

Thomas finally sighed and dropped his head on the table, drowning out the roars of laughter that escaped his friends' mouths.

Thomas walked briskly towards the halls, trying to make use of the rest of the day. It was Monday and although he was looking forward for the day, he can't seem to let one topic out of his head. It was Newt and Minho's past. Thomas decided to shake it off and just get on with his day. Newt said they were gonna meet today so he'll wait for that but maybe bringing up the topic would only make Newt's mood sour again.

The day was going on as painless as he thought, the finals were coming up and then it's gonna be summer break. Thomas thought the teachers would make this crazy difficult for the students so he prepared himself but no such action was taken to his expectations. After the last subject for the morning, Thomas directly went to the cafeteria to meet Gally, Alby and Teresa maybe Newt.

"Tom!" Teresa yelled and waved his hands up so that Thomas was able to navigate where they were seated. Teresa was in a different building so the chances of meeting in the hallway was slim but they always made sure they spent lunchtime together. Thomas approached the group of friends and say next to Teresa who was seated across from Gally.

"Who's the morning, buddy?" Gally asked, putting the macaroni and cheese he had in his mouth.

"So far so good so can't complain. Where's Alby?" Thomas explained briefly and took the apple that Teresa offered him. Alby was a senior now, two years older than them but Gally was good friends with him and Teresa and Thomas thought the guy was a good and nice guy.

"Finishing some unfinished work. He won't be joining us today." Gally sadly said drinking his soda.

"Where's Newt?" Teresa asked. For the past month, Newt had been spending some time joining them for lunch. Sometimes twice in a week. The group has gotten accustomed to the blonde, although shy at first Newt has gotten close with them. Gally and Alby knew something about Thomas liking the blonde but Teresa doesn't.

"I don't know actually." Thomas confessed.

"Oh, really?" Thomas can hear the mocking tone Gally used but just enough so that Teresa would not notice.

"Yeah. He haven't texted me anything." Thomas lamely said trying to swallow the bit he had taken from the apple.

"Why don't you just text him first?" Teresa suggested looking at Thomas like it was the most obvious move to make. It was obvious that Teresa was right but Thomas feared that Newt might be angry at him too. He does not know why but he just have this feeling.

"I-I can't." Thomas spilled, trying his hardest not to look at his friends.

"Fine. Let's just eat." Teresa shrugged it off (to Thomas' relief) "my physics class is just wreaking me. There was this project that needed..." Teresa rambled on and on to Gally. Thomas just tuned them out. Nothing really stuck to Thomas' head today. Just that blonde kid he met a month ago.

'Fine. I'll text." Thomas thought. He grabbed his phone, making sure both his friends does not see him do so. He decided to see if Newt sent him a text but to no avail. He sighed and started to type.

To Newt: Hey! Where are you?

Thomas hit send and waited. He changed Newt's contact name because the joke was too lame now. And he does not really appreciate imagining a dead scientist while he was texting/flirting with Newt when they were texting. Ok, fine! He admits that he flirts with the blonde on the text but not personally. He never minded anyway because Newt mostly take it as a joke.

Lunch was over and the afternoon was bust. The last subject for the day was boring as hell that Thomas was sure he tried his best to to fall asleep only to fail. It was 5 in the afternoon but Thomas was not ready to go back to the dorms yet. There were no quizzes for the next day so he decided to just hang out with Teresa instead. She was done now too but Gally, sadly, have to stay behind because of a group thing. Newt was not seen anywhere today too. He did not even reply to the text he sent him. Thomas was worried where Newt had gone but he was afraid to text again because he thought that maybe Newt was just busy and not hating Thomas to his core.

Teresa was waiting for Thomas on the exit of the school. The blue eyed chick hugged and and rode Thomas' car back to Teresa's apartment. Upon arrival, Teresa motioned him to the table as she got the leftover pizza and reheated them.

Thomas was kind of jealous of Teresa about having her own apartment. Thomas would live in one but his parents, although capable, don't have enough money to afford an apartment like this. Teresa offered many times but Thomas did not really like having any roommates with him. It distracted him from his studies and knowing Teresa, she would just talk his ears off. She sat down to the table and started to ramble on about her day. Thomas liked his friendship with Teresa. She never missed a beat telling him every part of her day and Thomas was glad and happy to hear all about then, except today.

"You really are lost inside that head of yours huh?" Teresa leaned on the table grabbing her 3rd pizza while Thomas was having trouble with his first, mind occupied with something else.

"S-Sorry, T. Just tired, I guess." Thomas lied.

"You know, I did not really want to ask you this because it might freak you out or something but..." Teresa trailed off, looking at Thomas curiously.

"But what?" Thomas was curious now too.

"Do you like Newt?" Teresa looked at him like she was looking right at his soul. Thomas had to muster a denial now! He don't need Teresa to know about this too. She was very persuasive and made Thomas do things he normally won't do (even though those things were for his benefit and affected him positively.

"I like him, yeah." Maybe a little reverse psychology would work?

"As a friend or more?" Nope.

"A friend. Why would you ask that?" Thomas wanted to run away. HE CAN'T HAVE TERESA KNOWING ABOUT HIS PINING!

"Just the way you look at him and the way you act when he's not there just like now at lunch." Teresa explained, trying her best not to sound impressed.

"That's just because I'm still knew to him. Nothing big." Thomas denied again. It was difficult lying to Teresa. She was like a sister to him and lying to her was a big no no but, in his current situation, not letting her know by lying is much better than having her on Gally's team.

"Okay. I'll believe you." Teresa smiled at Thomas and took a bite of the pizza.

"Thank you." Thomas relaxed and leaned on the chair.

"For now." Teresa added with a knowing smile. Thomas just groaned and heard the blue eyed girl laugh.

Thomas' day was tiring but bearable. He just got back from Teresa' apartment and he was beat. He did not even receive any reply from Newt and he was down. He grabbed his keys from his pocket as he was fronting his door. Before he got his door opened, he heard someone coming down from upstairs. He turned his head and saw a familiar mop of blonde hair descend. Newt looked unkempt and messy, odd for someone so stylish.

"Newt?" Thomas called. Newt jumped from the voice that called him and started to fidget.

"Th-Thomas! Wh-What are y-you doing here?" The blonde asked, trying his best to smile but it was obvious the blonde was in an internal struggle.

"I live here, you dork." Thomas chuckled and inched closer to the blonde but stopping immediately when Newt backed away.

"Y-Yeah! S-Sorry!" Newt was nervous now and he was avoiding Thomas' stare. What was happening?

"You weren't at school today." Thomas announced. Maybe small talk would calm Newt from whatever was freaking him out.

"Y-Yeah. I was f-feeling under the weather." Newt backed away slowly, as if trying to run.

"Oh." Thomas paused. "Why are you here?" Thomas asked.

"Oh. Um- Just- um- ugh-" Newt was fidgeting even more and his hands were messing with his collar. Thomas was about to laugh when he noticed what Newt was trying to hide.

Thomas' eyes widened as he saw large circle-like bruises on Newt's neck. It was shades of blue, violet and red. There were plenty of them, surrounding Newt's neck. Newt noticed Thomas was staring at his neck and he finally just took off. Thomas was about to call out to the blonde but Newt was out of there like lightning. Thomas was confused at first but suddenly realized what those bruises were. Were those hickeys? Were those hickeys on Newt's neck? And most importantly who are they from?

Thomas' head was throbbing so he just entered his room, not even bothering turning on the lights, and just plopped on the bed. Thomas was trying to process it all. Newt was absent for the whole day so that may mean that Newt was here all day. ALL DAY? Thomas sighed and just turned over his head towards the wall.

He was breathing hard and his fists were clenched and it was when he realized he really did like Newt as something more than a friend because he was angry. He was fucking angry