Jealousy courses through Thomas' veins as he watches Minho very obviously flirt with Newt. His boyfriend, Thomas might add, while Newt, seemingly oblivious to the looks and not so subtle touches Minho bestows, goes about his business like nothing is wrong. Gritting his teeth, Thomas attempts to ignore the feeling as it bubbles inside of his stomach. Newt is perfectly capable of clearing up the Minho situation on his own without Thomas interfering on his behalf. Plus, showing Minho that he was jealous would just show how insecure he really was. He refused to give Minho that kind satisfaction. Slamming his locker door shut, the brunet pushed his way through the crowded hallway to his next class which was fortunately with Newt and lacked the flirtatious monster Minho. Casting one last look at Newt, he caught a hand going through the golden hair of his lover that just did not belong there. Minho grinned as he twirled a lock of the hair around his piney finger as he continued to talk with Newt. Any reserve that Thomas had left was now gone as he stomped his way over to the pair.
"Tommy! Good, I was just telling Minho here how I can't wait until we can finally have the summer to actually spend some more time together," Newt said with a grin. He held out his hand which Thomas took far too eager for his own liking. Minho instantly let go of Newt's hair in one swift motion, his smile faltering. "Maybe we could go on a double date. You and Brenda are still together, right?"
"We actually broke up a couple weeks back. Thanks for the offer, but I'll have to take a rain check on it," Minho replied, easily regaining his composure. He sent a quick glare towards Thomas before shuffling past them.
"Too bad, Minho seems like a really sweet guy," Newt said. He shifted his books to the other side and leaned in to Thomas and leading him along.
"Yeah, real sweet of him to keep you company and flirt with you while I wasn't here," Thomas mumbled. He almost thought Newt didn't hear him until a kiss was pressed to his cheek.
"Jealousy doesn't suit you, Tommy. You have my heart and I don't want anyone else but you to have it," Newt whispered. "Don't worry about him. He's not even half as good as you. Let's get to class before you are late. Again." Newt pushed him inside the door just as the bell rang out. Thomas grinned at him on his way back to his assigned seat, a heart a little lighter.