Info: TMR & OUAT | Newt | Word Count: 5,050 | Ch. 6
Summary: At Glader Prep, a group of boys called the Lost Boys have all the girls of the school wrapped around their fingers. They keep a watchful eye over every student, until a new girl moves to town. Intrigued, the Lost Boys begin the hunt for her… Until they realize they might just be her prey instead.
Over the next week, Newt, predictably, avoided me like I was the plague. I didn’t have many friends around here: Lydia was so popular she had plenty of her own friends whom I hadn’t taken a particular liking too, Minho stuck by Newt’s side most of the time, so he was obviously not an option, and I had promised Lydia I would avoid Thomas if I could, as a gesture of our friendship. So, surprisingly, the only real friend I really had around here was Peter.
He definitely wouldn’t be my first choice, but after partnering up with one of Peter’s minions, Baelfire, the starry-eyed curly-haired brunette who sat next to me on Monday, on a history project, I realized they couldn’t be all that bad. I mean, Bae was a total sweetheart, and around him, at least, Peter was a much softer person.
So, there I was, walking home with Peter on Friday afternoon, neither of us in any rush to get home. He was talking animatedly about his plans for the weekend, and I watched with amusement his eyes light up and his faint smirks and his subtle bragging, now and then. He was a very confident boy, but I liked that about him. “Now my parents want to go to the beach, but I told them I’d rather spend a few hours in the woods than waste the whole day there. They don’t get it,” he says with a melodramatic eyeroll, “But I think their plan is absolute rubbish.”
I laugh and pretend to look affronted. “What!” I exclaimed. “How could you not like the beach? What would you rather do over that?”
Peter pondered in mock thought before saying, “Anything! I love the woods, and hiking. Plus, there’s no people, so it’s much better.”
“Really?” I asked skeptically. “You would rather spend some alone time in the woods over being surrounded by hot girls at the beach?”
Peter shrugged. “Yeah, I really would.”
I shook my head, amazed. I guess people really could surprise you. Suddenly, Peter’s phone rang and he, seeing that it was Thomas, picked it up immediately. “Thomas,” he said.
I couldn’t hear what Thomas was saying, but Peter glanced in my direction and smirked, before saying, “Sure, we’ll be there,” and hung up. I looked at him questioningly, and he noticed, immediately saying, “Thomas and all the guys are getting together to hang out. Wanna come?”
I immediately nodded and said brightly, “Sure!”, happy to take an opportunity to hang out with friends. But within a split second I remembered Newt, and then I wasn’t so sure… I didn’t want to see him, especially if he didn’t want to see me, and things would be awkward. “Um, actually…” I added sheepishly, shifting around nervously. I didn’t know what to say.
Peter looked at me with a frown. “Oh no, don’t tell me you’re about to bail on me, now are you?” He asked with a groan.
I shook my head, but then winced, unsure of what to say. “Well, I mean, you know, with the whole Newt thing and all… it might be weird…”
Peter raised his eyebrow with the usual flair. “Don’t tell me you broke our little promise, now did you, Y/N? You said you’d be nice!”
“I was nice!” I yelled a little too loudly. I clamped my mouth shut, before speaking again, trying to keep my voice even. “I tried to be nice, but Newt kept on giving me mixed signals. He’s so confusing. And now we’re not speaking anymore.”
Peter sighed and scratched the side of his temple. “Alright, look, well come anyway. It’s a party! Watch things go back to normal after tonight. If he still continues to ignore you, well then, his loss,” Peter finished with a smirk and a casual shrug. I smile at that, looping my arm in his as we walked towards Thomas’s house.
“Peeeeeeter Paaaaaaan!” A loud voice boomed as soon as we opened Thomas’s door. I was surprised to see the blond boy in the hood – whose name I learned was Felix – laughing and running forward to clap Peter on the back, ushering him in.
I narrowed my eyes in confusion, but it didn’t take me long to figure out he was tipsy. “Great,” I muttered, pushing past Felix and making my way through the house, seeing Thomas.
“Heyyy, Y/N, look who it is. Glad you could come,” Thomas cheered with a wink. I smiled weakly; even though I was in his house, I couldn’t say I was a big fan of that flirt. I turned to scan the crowd, and saw Baelfire drinking from a red cup quietly in a corner, talking to someone out of sight. I made my way towards him, until I realized he was talking to none other than Newt. I stopped in my tracks.
I made to wheel around and walk away, but Bae saw me. “Y/N!” He called out with a wave. “Hey, didn’t know you were coming!” He said cheerfully. I sighed and turned around, praying to God Newt would just be normal around me. What a silly thing to ask.
I flashed a brilliant smile. “Bae!” I greeted warmly. “I didn’t know I was either, I think I just got dragged along since I was with Peter when Thomas called him up.”
Newt scowled from the corner as soon as he heard that I was with Peter. His head pulled up to look in my direction, and though he looked like he wanted to rip my throat out, he said nothing, merely glaring angrily. I coughed and looked away from him, keeping my eyes firmly locked on Bae’s. Bae chuckled knowingly, noticing the thick tension between Newt and I.
He got up from his seat and handed me his drink. “Cheers,” he gave me a sympathetic smile and mouthed “Good luck with that”, pointing to Newt discreetly with a jerk of his thumb. I nodded and silently held the red cup, eyeing it with a faint desire to forget all about my conflicting feelings for Newt, and sipped from it begrudgingly. When I looked up, I heard everyone fighting loudly about what they wanted to do.
“Video games!” Minho cried.
Gally rolled his eyes and looked at Minho sassily. “Come on, we can all crush you easily, even Newt. Stick to your sports, man,” he barked.
“What about truth or dare?” A pretty blond-haired girl with sparkling eyes called out. I didn’t know who she was, but I figured she was probably someone’s girlfriend.
“How original, Sonya,” Newt said dryly with a scoff. My stomach did a flip.
But Thomas was nodding eagerly, and by his side the girl Harriet, another girl in my drama class, was just as thrilled. “Slim it, Newt. Who can say no to a game of truth or dare? Come on, let’s play. Let me grab a bottle.”
I furrowed my brows. “A bottle? Why do you need a bottle for in truth or dare?”
The blonde, Sonya, laughed lightly at that and looked knowingly at me. “You’re new. We play a little differently. It’s like spin the bottle, but you can only ask or dare the person the bottle lands on. Makes it more exciting.” I nodded and joined the circle once Thomas returned with a bottle. I knew everyone here fairly well, except for the two girls and Gally, but I was nervous to be playing with these people - most of them had been friends their whole lives. And, to make it worse, Newt sat right across from me, so I had a hard time keeping my eyes off of him.
“Me first,” a bold voice cut off my thoughts. Harriet, the one with caramel skin and pitch black hair, leaned forward and spun the bottle. It landed on Gally.
At first, the dares and truths started off small. Then it was Peter’s turn to spin, and he raised the stakes. His spin landed on Thomas. He smirked, always a sign he was up to no good, and asked, “Truth or dare?”
Thomas, taking another lazy swig from his plastic cup, shrugged and mumbled, “Dare.”
Peter gently took the cup from Thomas’s hand and instead handed him his phone. “You need to be composed for this. I dare you to call Lydia and tell her how you really feel about her.”
Thomas sputtered, mortified. “You dare me to what?” He asked loudly, his voice slightly thicker due to his drink.
Peter raised his eyebrows challengingly and smiled. “You heard me, now do it.”
Thomas pushed his hair back roughly and snatched the phone from Peter’s hands. “Shuck it,” he muttered to himself, opening to Lydia’s number and dialling her. Peter leaned over and pressed speakerphone, causing a glare from Thomas. My eyes flicked between Peter’s smug smile – why did he seem so pleased about this? What did Thomas feel for Lydia? – and Thomas’s distraught expression. He was muttering to himself and clenching his mouth, hoping she wouldn’t pick up.
She did. “Hello?” The unmistakable voice of Lydia rang through the room.
Thomas groaned silently and threw yet another dirty look at Peter before saying, “Hey, Lydia, is this a bad time?”
Lydia sighed heavily. “What do you want, Thomas?” She asked, clearly annoyed.
Thomas gulped and nervously drew in a breath before exploding, “I… I wanted to tell you that I like you. I really, really like you, and I always have. I’m sorry for the way I treated you, but none of that was real. I’m…” He swallowed guiltily and Peter egged him on with an expectant eyebrow raise. He motioned for him to get on with it. Thomas exhaled hurriedly, “I’m in love with you.”
Lydia was silent for a painful ten seconds. When she finally spoke, her voice was like a cold hard whip, “I swear to God, Thomas, if you ever talk to me again, I will destroy you.” She hung up, leaving Thomas paler than before.
“Well, now look who’s the most sober person in the room…” Gally cracked up jokingly.
Everyone turned to him, glaring. Peter, now bearing a respectfully solemn look on his face, handed Thomas back his drink. “Bottom’s up,” he said dryly. Thomas didn’t spare Peter a second glance this time, and instead turned to the black-haired girl next to him guiltily.
“Harriet, I-I’m s-sorry –” He tried reaching out to her, but she flung his hand away. She looked humiliated.
“Don’t bother, Thomas, I’m a fool for expecting any better,” her voice cracked, and she rose up from the circle and bounded towards one of the bedrooms. Thomas made to rise up after her, but Newt, who had been sitting next to Harriet, reached out to Thomas and held him back, firmly planting his hand on his shoulder.
“Leave it, man,” he ordered, a tone of sadness in his voice.
Sonya looked between Newt and Thomas disbelievingly and scoffed, getting up to follow her friend and comfort her. “I can’t believe you two,” she whispered shakingly, before turning away with a toss of her blonde braid.
I watched the scene uncomfortably, compensating by taking another gulp of my drink. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I could draw that Harriet and Thomas had some sort of relationship, and Sonya had expected Newt to encourage Thomas to follow her, not hold him back. It was clear where everyone’s loyalties lay. I mulled over this guiltily, thinking only of what could possibly be going through Lydia’s head right now. She probably thought Thomas was just playing her again, having no idea that he really did like her, in his own immature, limited way. My shoulders tensed angrily. What was it with these boys and being unable to just mean what they say and what they do? Why did they have to constantly play everyone around them?
Peter coughed awkwardly, obviously caring little for what just happened. “At least now that’s all over,” he drawled in a bored voice. “It’s your turn now, Thomas.” Thomas, fists clenched, reached over reluctantly to spin the bottle, silently hoping it would face Peter. It did.
“Ha,” he said quietly. “Karma’s a shuck-face, isn’t it? Truth or dare?”
Peter shrugged, trying to appear unbothered. “Dare.”
“Alright, you little shank. I dare you to tell Y/N what you really said about her and the bet you made.” As soon as I heard my name, I jerked my head up to look at Thomas as he spoke. Beside him, I saw Newt’s face blanche and he nervously eyed Peter, who was avoiding my gaze. He stared at Thomas stonily. “Fine.” He still refused to look at me.
“Wait,” Thomas added. “I’ll give you two the kindness you didn’t give Lydia and me. Tell her in private, in another room, so the others don’t have to be around to see her reaction. No doubt it won’t be pretty,” he snickered.
Confused, I looked at Peter inquisitively. “Yeah, Peter, do tell,” I taunted, trying to sound unconcerned, even though I knew anything involving him couldn’t be good, no matter how close him and I had grown. Peter sighed and stood up, grasping my hand and dragging me with him to another room. Newt’s eyes followed us helplessly, though I couldn’t see, because I was so focused on setting my drink down and running after Peter, trying to keep up with his brisk pace. His grasp on my hand was hard and painfully strong, and I whipped my hand back from his as soon as we were in the living room, the kitchen in between us and the others. He turned around to glare at me with dark, poisonous annoyance, and said only, “I knew you would be trouble the moment I saw you.”
“What are you talking about, Peter?” I demanded.
Peter continued to stare at me, appearing conflicted, deciding whether or not he should talk to me. He started, “You were never supposed to know, or be affected by this, if it weren’t for stupid Thomas…” He paused. “On the day Newt and I met you, both him and I couldn’t stop talking about you. So we made a bet, challenging each other to see who could win you over first. That’s all.”
I stared at him angrily, waiting for him to burst out laughing or admit he was joking. He didn’t. “That’s all?” I asked in a dangerously low voice, shaking with venom. “That’s all? Is that all you have to say for yourself, Peter? You literally made a bet making me a prize, making our entire friendships completely fake, and you’re saying ‘that’s all’?” I laughed and threw my hands up in the air. “But I guess that’s all I can expect from guys like you. Well, I suggest you call your bet off. The likelihood of either of you winning is about as good as the world collapsing tomorrow.”
I tossed the hair over my shoulder arrogantly and wheeled around, making my way back to the others. I considered what Peter told me. Surprising myself, I realized I really didn’t know how I felt; I hardly felt betrayed - Peter never hid the type of guy he was from me. But Newt, I really didn’t expect that from Newt. Was everything he said to me just a lie, then? Was he just messing with me? Is that why he told me to stay away? He did warn you, I thought to myself angrily.
As soon as I walked into the room, Newt’s eyes were the first I locked onto. He was already staring up at me, mouth parted as if preparing himself to explain. I shook my head slightly and gave him a bitter smile. He closed his mouth shut and his eyes seemed to grow even more desperate. I ignored him and sat back down, with Peter close at my heels. “Alright, let’s get this over with,” he said, clapping his hands together. He spun the bottle… and it landed on Newt. Newt looked warily at Peter, and with good reason. He worried Peter would try something on him like he did with Thomas. “Truth or dare?” The Brit asked cockily.
The blonde answered in his solemn, husky voice. “Dare.” Of course, I thought irritably.
“Go jump into Thomas’s pool, wearing nothing but your underwear, and swim in the water for a minute before coming back.”
“Seriously?” Newt asked, slightly annoyed, though a part of him sounded taken aback Peter didn’t give him something worse. It was getting dark out, and the pool was bound to be freezing in this weather. Peter nodded, and Newt huffed, before getting up and heading over to go into the backyard. He pulled the door open, and began to strip. He lifted his shirt up – earning whoops and hollers from Minho and Gally, an an amused clap from Bae, and a cheer from Felix. I caught a glance of only the bottom half of his pale back before I turned away, heat rising up my neck.
Suddenly, I couldn’t bare to look at Newt, especially since I couldn’t get my mind off of him already. I didn’t need to see him almost naked and make things worse for myself. “Excuse me,” I mumbled to no one really, and got up to go to the bathroom. I opened the first door I saw, and it turned out to just be the guest room. I ran into its bathroom and turned on the sink, splashing cold water against my face to cool myself down. I desperately wanted to be alone right now, but I feared the loneliness of my empty house, so I forced myself to stay out as much as possible. If it weren’t for the fact that I hated being alone, I would’ve left Thomas’s the second Peter told me about the dare.
Suddenly, I realized the wetness on my cheeks was not just from the running water but from my tears. I blinked, confused, and started shaking with sobs. I turned off the water and walked out of the bathroom, sinking to the floor at the foot of the bed. I drew my knees up and pressed my palms up to my eyes frustratedly, willing the tears to stop flowing. But they kept on coming, as stubborn as me, until I knew my eyes were puffy and red. I sniffed and wiped my tears away, leaning my head back to look into the light and clear my eyes up. Maybe a few minutes had passed, maybe half an hour, I didn’t know, but as soon as I heard the door open I ducked my head and wiped my eyes one more time, fully aware of how red they were still.
I didn’t see who it was until I heard that husky British accent. “Wha- Y/N, what’s the matter?” Newt’s voice was filled with concern, and I realized it was the most genuine sentence I had heard from him. I glanced up, seeing he was dripping wet and had on only his boxers, which were also soaked; I inwardly thanked that they were dark blue. I looked away again, but not before I caught a good look at his carved chest muscles and strong abs and arms. Though thin, he was definitely strong and well-built.
“Put some clothes on, Newt, for heaven’s sake,” I said hollowly, my voice scratchy from crying.
Newt obligingly made his way into the bathroom, and came out a minute later with a white towel wrapped around his waist. His blond hair, looking a shade of golden brown right now, was flying in every direction, a couple strands falling in his eyes. He ignored them, lowering himself down next to me. I refused to look at him, but I released my knees, letting my legs out in front of me, my feet falling a few inches short of Newt’s. “I can tell you’ve been crying, Y/N, please, tell me, what has upset you?”
I laughed humorlessly. It was a low, croaky sound. “As if you don’t already know,” I remarked.
Newt continued to bore holes in my direction, and still I didn’t look at him. “And I apologize for the part I played, but please, you have to tell me why you’re so upset, I don’t understand –”
“Tell me the truth,” I cut him off, finally turning to look at him. His body was still wet, and it made him look even more worked up and upset. “Just tell me what really happened, I want to hear it from you.”
“Y/N, love, what good will that do –”
“Tell me the truth!” I shouted at him, my face inches from his.
Newt’s head turned forward, away from me. He stared in front of him impassively for a moment before beginning to speak. “You want the truth? Fine,” he started in raspy frustration. “When Peter first met you, all he wanted to do was sleep with you, but I was starting to fall for you, so I didn’t want him to touch you. So him and I made a bet to see who would get to you first by the end of the month.”
I closed my eyes and leaned my head against the bed tiredly. “So you’re trying to say, you made the bet out of good intentions, and Peter just did it for the wrong reasons?”
Newt looked at me pointedly. “I won’t sugarcoat it, Y/N, but you know I’m not lying.”
I leaned forward and glared at Newt. “See that’s the thing, Newt, I no longer trust you, and that’s the difference between you and Peter. I know one thing’s for sure, and it’s that Peter won’t lie to me. He doesn’t try to hide who he is. He knows who he is, and you can either take it or leave. You… you can try all you want to act like you’re just that innocent little Newt from years ago, but you’re not. You can’t even see that you’ve become this-this Lost Boy, this guy who just goes around spreading girl’s legs and breaking their hearts the morning after. You don’t even know who you are. At least Peter doesn’t try to hide it.”
“Oh, so you choose Peter, is that it? You think he’s better for you than I am? You think he actually cares about you? You think that his honesty is a virtue, do you, Y/N?” Newt flings himself from off the floor beside me and paces through the room angrily, his voice rising with every question he asks me. I shake with resentment at the injustice he does me.
“This isn’t a competition! Why are you worried about Peter, more than yourself? Why do you care so much what I think about him instead of just listening to what I’m saying?”
“Why?” Newt’s eyes shot daggers at me icily. “I care because I’m bloody head over heels for you, Y/N! I care about you! I don’t care about some shuckin’ competition between me and Peter, but I hate the idea of you picking him over me. I hate seeing you with him, I hate thinking of him walking you home and him becoming the person you talk to, instead of me. I-” Newt drew in a shaky breath and took another step forward closer to me, backing me against the wall by the bed. I stared up at him, having trouble focusing on his words as his bare chest heaved, rising and falling heavily against his deep breaths. “I want to be the man you want me to be, Y/N.”
I shuddered under the intensity of his gaze, the tension in the air between us thick, like a dense fog clouding upon us. I glanced towards his mouth, unable to contain myself, no longer able to hide how badly I wanted Newt, how desperately I longed to run my hands down his chest and along his arms and through his messy blond pile of hair. “You keep saying that,” I say in a low, husky voice. “Prove it. Prove to me you ca –”
With those words, the tension between us exploded into a burst of raw emotions, stripped of all games, bets, acting, masks – it was just me, and Newt. Newt rushed forward to grab my face with his wet hands and leaned down to press his lips against mine, firmly holding me in place against him. But I did not resist, I fell into the touch I had so long been waiting for, and I drew my hands up, running my fingers along Newt’s waist and up onto his abs, his ribs, and the curve of his chest. My fingers roamed his body as his tongue explored my mouth, struggling to dominate me.
Our lips moved against one another, as if dancing in sync, and yet the lingering fury of our argument passed into the kiss, as we both fought to dominate the kiss. Newt kept me pressed against the wall with all his strength, and allowed his hands to roam freely down my body, down my sides, around my waist, and onto my jeans. He took my hand within his and pinned it to my side by my head. I couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped from my lips and into Newt’s and his wet body pressed against mine, leaving my chest and my clothes cold and damp, cooling my nerves that were on fire.
A part of me screamed inside, demanding to pull away and get myself as far as possible from this boy who could only mean trouble. But as my knees shook and my heart exploded, my mind slowed and became incapable of forming coherent words, Newt’s touch driving me to madness. So I sunk deeper in the kiss, pushing aside guilt and throwing caution to the wind.
Newt, Newt, Newt, the angel-faced blonde devilish boy. Newt was all I could think about. As we kissed passionately, and his hands gripped my long locks and pulled them, forcing my head back to meet his parted mouth, I felt an electricity pulsing through us, and my body felt as if it were on fire, suddenly overwhelmed with the pleasure Newt brought me.
I craved for our bodies to grow closer yet, as if being pressed to his very skin wasn’t enough, and I moaned longingly for him. This caused Newt to close his eyes in pleasure, the sounds escaping me turning him on, and he dipped his head and buried it in my neck, and he began to suck on the sensitive skin right perfectly placed between my throat and chest. My breath caught and I panted desperately, attempting to catch my breath from Newt’s non-stop assault, and I struggled to stand. Newt noticed.
Leaving a trail of soft kisses on my collarbone and stroking the skin gently, he pulled away and looked at me, his eyes full of lust and desire. He wanted more. I remembered the kind of man Newt was, and reminded myself I could not simply hand myself over, expecting him to treat me differently just because we felt something special towards each other.
I rubbed my swollen lips distractedly and hesitantly released my grip on Newt’s tangled, wet hair as he took a step back away from me. I bore into Newt’s eyes, watching his reaction, as he stepped away and ran a disbelieving hand through his hair. He looked at me with both passion and also questioning, as if silently asking me if that wet, hot kiss really did happen between us. “Holy shit, Y/N,” Newt mumbled in his gravelly, out of breath tones.
I nodded, all of a sudden feeling extremely tired. I leaned against the wall and lowered myself slightly, but held my hands out to keep me upright. “This doesn’t change anything between us, Newt,” I manage shakingly.
Newt knit his brows together and glowered at me when I said this, clearly not understanding me. “Doesn’t change anything? How can you even say that, Y/N? It changes everything. We can, we can be together, we don’t have to be like the others.”
My heart shattered as I heard him say these words. We can be together. Oh, how my heart leapt at the idea. But… I knew we couldn’t. I shook my head sadly, “No, Newt, no matter how hard we try, we are no different from Peter, or Thomas. People like us aren’t meant to be in that perfect, cookie-cutter relationship. And like you said, you can’t change. You don’t even know if you have it in yourself. Why would you question that now?”
Newt lunged forward, taking my hands into his and pulling me towards him. “Because I’m shuckin’ falling in love with you! I want you, and I’ll do anything to have you, Y/N, please,” Newt was begging me, pulling me into him urgently, as if we might never see each other again. My heart beat rapidly and I felt myself freeze, unable to admit to Newt that I felt the same for him, too. “I’m willing to do everything differently for you, why can’t you do that for me?”
I gazed up at Newt, feeling a stab of guilt seeing the pained look in his wet, puppy-like eyes. “I want to Newt, I want to, but what if I’m not good enough for you? What if we’re just not meant to be? What do we do then? I don’t want to lose you,” I whispered fervently, drawing myself back slightly from his tall, overheated body.
Newt’s eyes flashed with pain and darkness, and pulled away from me, releasing my hands from his. “You’ll never lose me,” Newt promised with a shaky breath. He took another step back, putting the distance between us that I made clear to him I wanted, even though I wanted nothing less. “I promise you, Y/N. This isn’t over. We’re not over. I won’t give up on us,” he whispered, his wide, determined eyes never left mine. He took another step back, and with that, he pulled the bedroom door open and slammed it behind him.