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Thomas watched, he watched as subject A4 climbed, and climbed until he reached the top of the walls.
It should have been impossible to climb these walls, but the young boy did it.
He didn't remember Thomas, but he remembered Newt.
He remembers how he smiled at him, even when he was getting drowned in that tube of water.
He remembers when they hugged for the last time.
He remembers when Newt asked him why he was doing this, and all he could say was that he would help him get out of there. That he will send them help.
He remembers telling Newt that they will meet once again.
That they would reunite, and he swore he wouldn't forget Newt.
That he will watch over him, keeping an eye on him even when they weren't together.
The sun was just rising over the walls, Thomas observed as the young boy looked around. He walked around the wall, looking down.
It wasn't new, a lot of subjects tried to climb the walls, for a better view wishing that it would grant them a better view. A view of the outside world, but the wall stretches for hundreds of hundreds kilometers.
Thomas switched between cameras, looking around the camp. Nobody was up but that would change soon.
The runners always woke up pretty early. Earlier than other teams he observed in different maze's.
He switched back to subject A4, who was now at the edge of the wall.
Thomas sat up and immediately straightened his back, looking at the computer, Newt wasn't looking at the maze.
No, he was watching the Glade. The trees, the houses they have built, the wind ruffling his clothes and his hair messy.
“Teresa, are you seeing it?” Thomas asked, switching to a closer camera, the young boy took a small step closer to the edge, stones crumbling under his shaking legs.
The subject was shaking, his hands in a fist.
Determination on his face-
He is going to jump.
Newt is going to kill himself, and Thomas?
What can he do? Newt didn't know him, he didn't remember him.
He gripped the table.
Thomas stood up his chair falling down on the floor-
“Send someone in the maze, a subject is trying to commit!” Thomas yelled to the guards, but they didn't budge.
He looked back at the computer to see if he was still there, the boy was shaking horribly.
Thomas yelled for someone to help him.
“He is going to fucking die, there had to be something you can do!” He argued with a guard who was telling him to sit down and do his work. Thomas grabbed him by the shirt pushing him towards a wall.
“The test is simple, you want me to perfect this fucking maze while I want you to do your job, which is keeping the subjects alive, no?” He gritted his teeth, as he pushed the guard on the wall even more. Others were trying to rip him away from the man, Teresa calling his name broke him out of his thoughts. He pushed everyone away rushing back to his computer, Newt was still waiting and waiting.
Thomas gripped the table, as he watched.
Clock was ticking, and Thomas thought that maybe, maybe if he was lucky, Newt would change his mind, get scared of the height.
Remember something, anything.
That he would turn around, and climb back down.
The wind was picking up, Newt closed his eyes at the feeling.
With one more breath, Newt jumped with his eyes closed.
Letting himself fall to his death, while everyone else was asleep.
The young boy was falling down, and Thomas couldn't breathe, his grip tightening on the desk.
He couldn't watch, he couldn't.
Fuck.
Why did this happen? How could he let this happen?
To Newt?
He heard the impact, when the body hit the ground. He shut his eyes.
Thomas forced himself to take a deep breath, it was quiet.
The whole room was quiet, waiting for something. Waiting for the boy who just killed himself to stand up, to move, to show any signs that he is alive.
Thomas took a deep breath in, but he couldn't hold himself together.
That young boy, who was probably only a year older than him, died by killing himself.
Newt killed himself, because Thomas let him go to the Maze.
In the end he couldn't keep his promise.
He couldn't keep him safe, he couldn't be with him in his last moments.
He died alone, and there was nobody around him.
Nobody would find his body for another good hour or more, his body would be cold by then.
Thomas grabbed the nearest thing and sent it flying across the room, he pushed away the guards who were trying to stop him, he broke his desk, hitting his computer until it turned dark and the screen shattered.
He screamed, he shouted he destroyed.
“He killed himself because of this shit, you told me nobody would die, and here I am watching people die daily! Liars!” Thomas yelled, as he shoved a guard away, he tried to get to Ava’s office.
Tell her to stop, this wasn't worth it.
All of this wasn't worth it.
Teresa watched him with teary eyes, but Thomas couldn't do this anymore, he watched kids die for years now.
Begging for their life, begging to be saved.
So they could see another day, even if they were trapped.
He watched them take their last breath, he watched as the other subjects mourned their friend, at least the subjects died with someone being next to them, even in their last moments.
They held their hands, they comforted each other until they died.
Thomas never saw someone killing himself, dying alone.
No one was there with him in his last moments.
Fuck
He couldn't accept that Newt killed himself.
He just- he couldn't accept this.
Thomas was taken away, his whole body shaking from anger, he cried. He was so fucking angry at himself, and everything.
He was mad at himself for designing the maze even when he didn't want to.
He could have done something, he could have stopped this whole thing somehow.
He should have gone in there with Newt, no.
He should have never let Newt leave and go in there.
He swore that he would protect him, that they will meet again.
How much more?
How many more people are going to die?
How much more Thomas is going to see?
He remembers the sound as the body hit the ground, it repeats in his mind.
Over and over again.
He is brought back to his room, locking him in.
Thomas grabbed his hair, pulling on it as he shut his eyes.
He tried to cover his ears, trying to erase the sound.
The images.
He took deep breaths, as he slowly let himself breakdown.
He was left alone in his room, nobody came to check on him for hours, he was still sitting in the same position.
He couldn't stop the tears, he couldn't stop crying.
Thomas couldn't move, he was staring ahead, all of this felt surreal.
The sweet boy, he once knew- gone.
He didn't know what was going to happen to him, but at this point he didn't care.
They won't kill him, he was their fucking favorite- they would erase his memories, make him forget everything and put him back to work.
They will make him forget about Newt, about the truth.
He never wanted to do this, he never wanted people to die-
because of his creation.
He knew that he didn't want to see more people die.
He kept picking at his nails, looking down at his hand.
It's been hours, and no one came.
He was starting to get anxious, as the anger died down the feeling of emptiness, the exhaustion took over him.
So he stood up, looking out the little window on his door, he saw that the hallway was busy. People walking left and right, doing whatever.
He couldn't see the control room from here.
He couldn't see Teresa either.
He sighed pushing at the door a little before going to his bed laying down on the cold sheets.
He gripped the white fabric, closing his eyes.
All he could think about was Newt.
He was so sweet, even if they were only able to communicate through bars between them. He still remembered how warm his body was, how warm his hands were when he comforted Newt.
How tight they hugged each other, not wanting to let go of each other.
He remembered the smile he gave even in his last moments before he forgot Thomas forever. He swore he will never forget him. He promised he wouldn't.
The next time he opened them he didn't know where he was.
He woke up with his face being pressed against a cold and hard metal, his whole body hurts that's the first thing he felt.
It was hot, and dark. He breathed in heavily. It was so fucking warm here.
Soon the light came in, as the ceiling opened in the box.
The sun blinded him for a few seconds before multiple people stared at him. He couldn't recognize anyone.
Where was he?
“Somebody bring him up.” He heard someone yell, as the ceiling fully opened a guy jumped down.
“Happy to see you greenie, welcome to the Glade.” He pulled him up and shoved him to the ground, he landed on the grass.
There were so many people, staring at him, talking to him.
He couldn't register anything they were saying.
They gathered around him, cornering him as they all looked at him.
Why?
Who are these people?
Where is he?
So he did what he knew he could do.
He scrambled to his feet, trying to balance himself but his legs felt weak, he tried though.
Run.
He told himself, and he ran through the green grass, not looking back, he tried to ignore the mocking laughs around him.
He pushed past the people, shoving them out of his face running away from the group of strangers.
He heard someone yell after, laughing and screaming.
“He wants to escape!” Someone yelled from behind, but he just ran. He didn't know where he was-
What the fuck is this place even?
So he ran, his body screaming at him to stop.
He was hurting everywhere, his mind telling him to stop.
Everything in his body was aching with pain, his ears couldn't really hear anything besides this constant ringing noise.
His legs gave out, and he fell on the grass once again.
He rolled a few times before he was able to stop himself with his arms.
He groaned as he stood, he had to continue running.
But where?
That's when he looked around, hearing screams and laughing.
Walls, everywhere. He was cornered not just by these strangers but huge walls too.
He was pulled up by a few people and soon dragged away, and pushed into a cell, a cage would be a better name to call it.
He looked out, and saw people walking, animals eating, and the birds chirping but he still didn't understand what the fuck was happening.
Why did his body hurt this badly?
He looked at his hands, arms. There were a few bruises and old scars, but nothing really indicated that he had any internal injuries. No broken bones, or anything.
He heard someone walking in his direction, and soon two legs stopped before the cage.
The man greeted him, watching him with a soft smile.
Who is this?
Fuck, where am I?
He wanted to ask but his mouth couldn't form any words, and he couldn't move without the agonizing pain he was in.
“Hello greenie.” The man spoke, he was watching him squatting in front of the cell.
“You won't try to run away again, right?” He asked him, he didn't say anything, he just wanted to know where the fuck he was.
Who are these people?
The man nodded with a small chuckle and opened the door.
He didn't let him out just yet, he stood right at the door blocking the exit.
“My name is Alby, can you tell me something about yourself, where you came from, if you remember anything?” He asked with a soft smile, and he wanted to speak.
He wanted to ask him what's happening but no words came out. His hands shaking, trying to gesture or do anything that would make this guy understand.
He shook his head, frustrated.
Talk already, why can't he speak?
“Do you know what your name is?” The stranger asked once again, he shook his head looking down at his shoes.
“I can't remember anything- why can't I remember anything?” He panicked, what's his name?
Who is he?
What's happening with him?
He tried to breathe in, calming himself. But his body wouldn't stop shaking, he was scared no he was fucking terrified. Why can't he remember anything?
“Hey, it's okay. This is normal, this is what happened to everyone. A few days and you will remember your name, that's the only thing we can keep.” The man spoke calmly, he looked at him.
“What is this place?” He asked, he wanted to know.
How did he get here?
“Let me show you around.” He offered him a hand, and soon they were walking around the whole place.
Everyone was busy, busy doing something.
He couldn't help but just look around, watch everyone- but he couldn't recognize any of them.
“This is where we sleep, eat, we build huts, plant vegetables. Every month the box brings up tools, equipment and a greenie.” He spoke, turning around, walking a few steps backwards as he continued speaking.
“So congratulations.” He stopped, looking at the younger boy.
“Send? But who?” He asked, hoping for an answer, anything that would make him remember.
“That's- something we don't know.” He spoke calmly, like this whole thing wasn't fucking confusing.
He breathed in again, taking deep breaths to try and calm himself down.
“Hey Alby everything alright?” A slender boy appeared, with a gentle smile on his face.
“Yeah, hey this is Newt he is the second in command if I'm not here.” Alby spoke, Newt offered him a hand, still smiling widely.
He grabbed his hand, and for a second he-
Newt, he was familiar, but from where?
He opened his mouth to say something, asking him if he knew who he was.
Newt pulled his hand away after a few seconds, his smile still bright. He didn't want to lose the warmth his hand gave him.
Newt, Newt, Newt.
“Can you do me a favor and bring Chuck here?” Alby asked Newt, and the boy smiled nodding.
They started walking away from each other but he couldn't help but glance back at Newt as he walked away.
He was surprised to see that Newt was looking at him back too.
Alby smiled and pulled him closer, before he could turn around once more.
Newt- he was someone he recognized.
He didn't know where, he didn't even remember who he was but he knew that he was someone important-
He had to be.
What was this feeling then?
He was informed about the rules.
But- he had to see.
He had to see what's behind these walls.
Chuck pleaded with him not to go in there.
“You can't go in there!” Chuck said with a desperate voice.
“Why?” He asked, walking towards the walls.
He was pushed away again, landing on his back.
“I am starting to get used to seeing you on the ground.” He recognized this guy, he was the one who got him out of the box.
“Fuck leave me alone!” He pushed his legs away, standing up from the ground.
“Hey calm down already, Jesus calm down.” He said, blocking the open path between the walls.
People started running towards them, and he couldn't believe this. This had to be a fucking joke.
What's wrong with these people?
“What’s wrong with you guys? Why can't you guys tell me what's behind these walls?” He yelled, and Newt tried to calm him down, telling him to breathe and telling him that everything was alright.
He wanted to believe him for a second, but all of this was fucking weird.
What is this place?
Soon, he heard a horrible loud noise, like cogs moving.
He turned around and looked at the walls as they started moving, closing on the open path.
The wind picking up from behind the walls.
He couldn't believe his eyes, the huge walls moving by themselves?
“What the fuck?” He asked himself, watching as the walls closed before him.
“Next time, I will let you walk inside.” The guy said, before Alby welcomed him in the Glade once again.
He couldn't understand what was happening.
Soon the night came and he was sitting with his back pressed against a log that was cut down.
They offered him food which he accepted, but couldn't bring himself to eat. He had no appetite.
Soon though, Newt joined him.
He still couldn't find a place where this young boy was familiar from. He offered him a gentle smile as he sat down next to him.
“What a day grennie.” He spoke, as he ate.
“Look, drink this. You will become a man from this.” Newt spoke with a smile, he accepted it, bringing it to his mouth and tasting it.
As soon as he felt the taste, he coughed up letting the liquid out from his mouth.
“Shit this is horrible.” He spoke as Newt laughed at him, he shrugged, taking it back from him and placing it to the side.
“It's Gally’s recipe, can't tell you what it is though.” Newt said, and he shook his head.
“Yeah, well he is still an asshole.” He spoke and Newt chuckled at that.
“He saved your life.” He spoke defending his friend.
“Are we trapped here then?” He asked Newt, hoping for an answer.
“For now, but look behind, you see those people at the fire? Those are the runners, and that person in the middle. That's Minho, he is the leader of them.” Newt spoke, pointing at the guy, who was eating and talking with his friends.
“Everyday they run into the maze, mapping out the whole place. They are the strongest and fastest in the Glade.” He said, as he looked down at his food, his mouth going into a thin line.
“How long have they been doing this?” He asked from Newt, he was friendly, always answering every question he had.
“Three years.” He sighed, three years?
“You guys have been stuck here for three years?” He asked from Newt who just nodded, he turned his body towards him.
“Can you hear it?” He pointed his ears in the direction of the walls.
So he listened, looking at Newt confused.
“The walls are changing, every single day.” Newt spoke, he couldn't understand.
“How is this possible?” He asked, Newt chuckled, shrugging his shoulders.
“Ask those fuckers who sent us here.” Newt spoke, he could hear the hatred in his voice.
His heart stopped for a second, as a sudden wave of dread washed over him.
“Alright come on, you are the special guest tonight.” Newt offered him a hand, he wanted to decline. He was
good here. Alone.
Speaking with Newt.
But his hands were so warm, and he couldn't help but follow.
Newt guided him through the people, their hands linked together. Newt's hand was so warm, welcoming.
“Those are the builders, they know what they are doing but up here, empty.” Newt tapped his head a few times, he couldn't help but offer a small smile at that.
“The slicers, and the runners as I already told you.” Newt pointed to a few groups of people, explaining their job.
“Winston is the leader of the slicers.” He pointed to a guy who was talking loudly with a group of people.
“How do I become a runner?” He asked Newt, who scoffed.
“Did you listen to anything I said? Nobody here wants to become a runner.” Newt spoke again, he was pushed by someone who just happened to be wrestling with Gally a few seconds ago.
“Come one greenie, show us what you got?” Gally offered, a proud smile on his face.
They started chanting greenie, as he stepped inside the wrestling ground.
“Don't call me greenie.” He spoke, determined to show that he wasn't as weak as Gally thought he was.
“Then what should I call you huh?” He asked, but as soon as he finished, he tried to push Gally to the ground and in the end he was pushed to the side, falling down.
People laughed and cheered on, so the fight continued.
He tried again, going for Gally's legs this time but he just kneeled into his stomach, pushing him to the ground once again.
The cheers continued.
Gally moved first now trying to push him out of the circle, he moved out of his arm sending Gally to the ground.
The cheers got louder, and he looked around seeing Newt smiling and clapping.
Cheering him on.
He smiled at him before he felt his legs being swept off the ground, sending him to his side and hitting his head.
“Fuck.” He cursed as his ears started ringing once again.
Suddenly a name popped up.
Thomas.
“Thomas, it's Thomas.” He repeated, the circle around him got quiet.
“My name, it's Thomas. I'm Thomas.” He repeated, and the circle laughed loudly before embracing him in hugs, and shaking his hand.
“Welcome Thomas.” They said, and he smiled.
Newt walked over offering him a hand, and Thomas took his hand pulling him into a hug instead. The boy seemed surprised for a moment before he returned the hug.
Gally walked over too, offering him a hand.
“Good fight Thomas.” Thomas shook his hand, offering a peaceful smile back.
“Drink up.” Alby offered him that disgusting thing Newt made him drink not so long ago, he was parched so he drinked from the strange liquid.
He smiled, as people patted his back. Squeezing his shoulder.
This wasn't so bad.
Soon the night wrapped up and everyone went to sleep.
Newt showed his sleeping place, it was a hammock.
Thomas doesn't remember if he ever slept in one, but a few hours ago he didn't even remember his name so thanked Newt for showing him his place.
He wanted to ask where he was going to sleep, but by that time Newt started walking away offering him a small wave.
He guessed Newt wasn't in this area as he was walking in another direction.
Thomas watched him go, a sudden feeling taking over him. He didn't know what it was, but it made him anxious.
Worried?
He tried to shrug it off, and climbed inside his hammock.
Falling asleep was kind of hard, the hammock moved around,wobbling if he even moved a muscle.
Thomas sighed into his hands, he heard a few soft murmurs.
Someone snoring not so far away from him.
Someone mumbling incoherent sentences.
Thomas sighed, already overwhelmed with everything that happened today, he closed his eyes hoping that sleep takes him away soon.
It did.
The first few days went by fairly quickly, he was assigned to the slicers, Winston was weird, it got to a point where he dreaded going there to work.
It definitely wasn't his forte.
He was just pouring new water for the animals when Newt walked by, talking with someone.
Thomas still had problems with all of the names, so he didn't recognize him.
He was watching as Newt walked by laughing at whatever the other guy said.
Thomas smiled a little, him and Newt have been talking a lot whenever they had the time.
He realized that since the other boy was the second in command, he had a lot of things to do throughout the day.
He was constantly checking on the constructions, checking on the plants.
Catching up with people, Newt didn't have any specific job but he had to make sure everyday that everything was going smoothly and if any problem arose, he would be the one trying to fix it.
He walked over to another tub that had to be filled with fresh water, Newt glanced in his direction. His eyes immediately stopped on Thomas.
He smiled brightly, waving to him.
Thomas felt himself smile just as brightly, waving back.
Newt said something to the guy he was walking with, before he walked over to Thomas.
“Hey, is everything going alright?” Thomas asked, he watched as Newt put his arms on the fence.
“Yeah, luckily. How is Winston treating you?” Newt asked, raising a brow at Winston, who was just petting some goats, and talking to them.
Thomas laughed at that a little.
“He is weird, I don't think I can do this longer. I mean, he is a good guy, it's just I can't watch him kill off the animals.” Thomas breathed out, as he put down the bucket which was now empty.
Newt chuckled at that, Thomas joined him at the fence, his back resting against it, he was close to Newt.
So close that he could see the way his blonde hair shines like gold in the sun.
He wanted to touch it-
He looked at Newt who was watching the Glade with a soft smile.
“I can look for some other work, if you are really that desperate.” Newt offered with a small smile, looking at Thomas.
God, he is beautiful.
It wasn't a secret, a lot of people called Newt a pretty boy.
He was pretty, he was tall and slender but anyone could still see his defined muscles.
He was kind and funny, but still everyone respected him around here. Even Gally.
“I want to be a runner.”Thomas said, looking over the open walls.
Minho and Ben already left early in the morning.
“I told you, runners are selected by us, and you know I would vote for you because I see the potential, but Alby and the others wouldn't vote for you. Not yet at least.” He added, and Thomas smiled at the words when Newt said he would vote for him.
“How do I get to be a runner then?” Thomas asked, and Newt sighed looking at him.
“Well for one you could start by practicing, running in the afternoons or something. Actually joining the wrestling matches.” Newt added a small smirk on his lips.
He groaned, running his hand over his face.
“If I started running would you join me? I don't really wanna run alone.” Thomas spoke, and Newt's smile slowly faded.
“I can't Tommy.” Newt pushed himself off, his brows furrowed.
Did his job not allow him to practice to be a runner or what?
“What do you mean, is Alby not letting you?” Thomas asked, he could ask Alby to let Newt run with him, even if not all the time but maybe join him once or twice a week.
“No, it's not that I just can't run. I gotta go now, I'll let you know if I was able to find you some other work.” With that Newt walked away, leaving Thomas confused.
What the fuck was that?
Why did he just leave all of a sudden?
“Thomas! Get your ass over here.” Winston yelled over to him, pulling him out of his thoughts.
He looked over Winston, he was trying to get the chickens inside but they weren't really cooperating.
He groaned and jogged over.
“You and Newt seem close, I think he has taken a liking to you.” Winston spoke as they guided the chickens inside the coop.
“You think so? I mean, me and him talk when we both have the time.” Thomas said, shrugging it off. He liked to think that he and Newt were friends.
“You are kidding right? You two are basically joined by the hip.” Winston laughed, as he closed the coop, he dusted his hands off.
“That's not true, we are both busy and we only talk over dinner.” Thomas snorted, Winston scoffed, rolling his eyes.
He squeezed his shoulder.
“Whatever you say, but everyone knows that you guys are close, even rumours started to spread, because he always used to spend his time with Alby, but not anymore. Ever since you have been here we barely saw them talk.” Winston let him know about the current gossip.
It was surprising when Thomas noticed how much these guys gossip, it wasn't anything bad.
It was usually just weird or interesting things that happened around the Glade.
“Winston, you know that I don't care about gossip like this.” Thomas said as he started walking away, his job was done here for today.
He hopped over the fence, before he started walking towards the showers.
He was sure he smelled like shit, so he quickly took a shower before getting new clothes on.
After he was finished, freshened up he saw Newt walking back from the wall with Minho and Ben. Talking and laughing.
Thomas frowned for a second before he continued walking towards the kitchen.
He wanted to ask Frypan if he could help with dinner, but he was soon stopped by Chuck.
“Thomas, can you help me bring some onions here? The bag is quite heavy.” Chuck asked with a soft smile, he nodded letting Chuck lead the way. He followed after him, the sun was still shining however the runners were already here early, earlier than they usually are.
The walls are gonna close soon anyways.
They went to a little hut where they kept the vegetables that were safe to keep out, potatoes, onions, carrots.
Other vegetables had to be eaten after picking them.
The onion bag was indeed heavy, but Thomas carried it with ease. Chuck followed after him, humming.
“How is work? Newt told me you don't really like it.” Chuck said, and Thomas huffed adjusting the bag.
“Yeah, he is right. I hate that place.” Thomas spoke and the kid just laughed. Chuck was the youngest here, he was the greenie before Thomas arrived. However he didn't get the same harsh treatment as he did.
Chuck was sort of like a little brother for everyone so they looked after him with care.
“Do you still want to be a runner?” The kid asked and the brunette nodded, putting the onion down in the kitchen.
“Thanks Thomas, I appreciate it.” Frypan said as he was peeling some potatoes.
“No problem, let me know if I can help you with anything.” Thomas offered, Frypan nodded and asked him to chop some firewood.
“Sorry Chuck, I have to go.” Thomas said, ruffling the kid's hair.
He walked out, searching for an axe.
When he found it, he realized that he shouldn't get his shirt dirty again, so he took it off and started chopping firewood.
He got the logs up, and started swinging the axe.
He grunted as the wood wouldn't split, so he put more strength into his swing, when it finally split not enough to fall on its own he pulled logs apart, it didn't require strength.
He huffed, wiping his forehead.
He looked up and saw Newt sitting not so far away looking at him, Thomas smiled nodding his head.
Newt returned the favor, he thought that the other boy would leave but he continued watching him.
It didn't bother him, he guessed that Newt was making sure that he didn't get injured.
When he thought the firewood was enough, he gathered it and brought it over the fire pit. He felt sweaty and hot.
“Looks like you are gonna need another shower huh?” Newt asked, walking up to Thomas.
The guy huffed and nodded.
“Yeah, I will just take a break before going.” He said Newt offered him his water, which Thomas gladly took.
“Thanks.” He gave it back to him, Newt just offered a smile.
“You are getting more muscular.” Newt stated, and Thomas just looked down at himself, he did notice that he was feeling lighter, he could even see his muscles showing on his arm.
He extended his arm touching his biceps.
“You think so?” He asked happily, Newt smiled and stepped closer.
“Yeah, your sick pack is starting to show too.” Newt touched Thomas' stomach, dragging his fingers against his skin.
He looked at Newt, but the blond was touching him. His hand going from his stomach to his chest, dragging his fingers across his collarbone, then his arm.
Thomas forgot to breathe for a second, the only thing he could think about was how good Newt touch felt.
Newt licked his lip, before looking up at Thomas.
“Tommy-” Newt couldn't finish his sentence, Minho interrupted him.
“Newt, Alby wants to speak to you.” Minho walked over, Newt pulled his hand away from
Thomas, he thanked Minho for letting him know.
“So Newt huh?” Minho asked, crossing his arms before his chest.
“Shut it.” Thomas got his shirt and went to hit the showers once again, but this time it was a cold shower.