It wasn't what any of us expected. Thomas was completely angry and you could see his eyes burning with rage. He knew he had hit her where it hurt. He noticed it as soon as I looked away from him. He felt a little scared, but nothing he couldn't handle. He feared retaliation from him, although he couldn't help but let a feeling of pleasure invade my body.

"Listen to me, Newt, you will wish you had not preferred such a blow," the black-haired boy warned as he wiped the blood that fell, in drops, from his right cheek.

"I don't care in the least about your threats, Tommy, I'm not going to let your unstable emotions intimidate me," I replied, looking at him, before turning around to ignore him and walk in the opposite direction to where he was.

There was something about him that was very striking to me. His tension caused an electrifying sensation in my body. It made me feel tachycardia when I felt that I was beginning to feel some attachment to him. "No!" I exclaimed to myself, in the depths of my mind.

I continued on my way, but it didn't last long, if not at all. Thomas had stood up and assaulted me, while his back was turned, and he grabbed my shirt, turned me around, and fixed his murderous gaze on me. He noticed his heavy breathing, his blood leaving a bright crimson thread on his cheek and his green eyes distilling the reflection of the sun's rays. He was very nervous.

"No matter how much you avoid me, Newtie, you won't be able to avoid me," the boy told me in a tone that was quite affable for what he could expect from the previous situation. I'll let your ridiculous punch pass if you shut up.

"Tommy, please leave me alone, I don't want to continue with this," I said awkwardly as I tried to get away from him.

"You liked it, I liked it. We both liked it, please shut up," he said before making a martial maneuver, surprising to me, and leaving me on the ground.

"Hey, you hurt me! "I suffered between moans of pain.

"And not you to me? "He replied as he put one of his fingers on my lips and told me to shut up, with the typical "shhh" sound.

At that point I got carried away. He didn't want to repeat anything similar, but the fact that he had not had previous contact with any girl caused him to feel an incessant attraction towards other boys. He was still a teenager, but the maze trials promoted a lot of contact, both physical and emotional, between us.

"Please... Tommy," I stammered in a gap that the dark-haired boy left me, begging for him to leave me.

He was kneeling above me, holding my hands above my head, barely able to move. I sobbed a little and tried to convince him through sentimentality, but he didn't do that, instead he came closer to me, at the point where our breathing and heartbeats became very fast. I could feel his warm breath-taking refuge between my lips. I closed the eyes. I didn't want to, but my body asked for it. Thomas brought his lips together and chained me into a new kiss that I enjoyed every second. A burst of joy and ecstasy washed over me, from top to bottom, as I hugged him for the enjoyment of both of us.