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<< NEWT'S POV >>
I woke up, slightly groaning due to the sun peeking through my curtains. I shield my eyes as I get up, feeling the cold wood beneath my feet. I get Sonya up and go back to my tiny room, my dresser in the way of fully closing my door. I hear my mom drunk on the couch mumbling so I groan and get Sonya to help me move her to her room. I grab my clothes and go to the small ass bathroom to change. I fall and sit on my ass before Sonya knocks. "You okay Newt?" She asks as I groan again and get up off the bathroom floor.
"Bloody hell- just fine Sonya!" I say as I get dressed and leave the bathroom. We live in a 3 bedroom trailer in a ghetto part of the city. Mom didn't have enough money to keep us in Britain so here we are! Great ol' America... I say that with sarcasm by the way... I go back to my room and put my deodorant on. I look at my phone and see that we're gonna be late for the bus if we don't leave now. I brush my teeth quickly and run out the door with Sonya. I put on my cologne and hop on the long yellow bus. The lady driving asks us for our names. "Newton Issacs." I say leaving to the back of the bus, a few kids in each seat. I see a boy talking to his friends but he's by himself so I knock up the courage to ask him, "Can I sit here?" I ask as he scoots out of the seat so I can sit by the window.
"Shuck, what's your name bud, mine's Thomas." He tells me as I smile and answer. "Newt." I say, giving him a fist bump. "So, Newt, where are you from? Sounds like you're British but I don't wanna assume." He asks and I chuckle. "Well, maybe assuming was right, because I am in fact from Britain!" I say, liking the vibe this guy is giving me. "Well, I see the British have good tea but maybe even good music taste?" He says, pointing out my Nirvana shirt. "Well, not all of us but certainly me." I smile as I pull out my earbud and give him one.
I put on 'Teenage Dirtbag' by, Wheatus. He smiles and chuckles. "Definitely good music taste." He says as I smile and point at the two kids staring at us. "Who are they, and why do they look frightened?" I say, he laughs and looks over to the seat beside us. "Gally quit it, he says you look frightened! These two are Gally and Minho, they're sadly my best friends." The boy named Minho punches him in the arm, earning a laugh from me. "So, what is your school like?" I ask, making Thomas grimace. "Ghetto as fuck, like fights every day, bullies saying faggot a thousand times, and shit like that." I sigh at the faggot part, realizing I might have a repeat of last year.
My playlist continues to play as me and Thomas talk about what to do and what not to do at the school. "Lastly, never EVER talk shit to someone that you don't trust." I smile and nod my head. "Yes sir!" I say, making him laugh and sigh. "But seriously, in all honesty, be yourself. Be confident about who you are because there is always gonna be someone who doesn't like you." He says, making me smile and give him yet another fist bump.
We arrive at the school about 10 minutes before the bell. I step off the bus and feel something hit my head almost immediately. "Faggot!" This guy yells out flipping me off and running away. Asshole. Welp, looks like this is my life for the next 4 years. Highschool here I come...
I walk into the school as the bell rings, and find myself lost in thought looking at the paper map of the school as I run into someone. "Shit-" "Bloody-" We both look up and it's the boy on the bus! Thomas, was his name. "Hey, Newt right?" He says as I nod and smile. "You look lost in that paper, trying to find out where you're going?" He asks as I nod again, this time embarrassed. "Yeah, I don't know where any of the bloody classes are!" I say, making him laugh and look at my paper. "Good news, you have class with me! Bad news, the teacher sucks the most ass ever." He says, making me chuckle a bit.
We walk through the halls, making our way to the first class of the day, English. We have it with this teacher named Mr. Stilinksi. (See what I did there lolol) Apparently Thomas says he sucks so he probably does. The tardy bell rings as soon as we enter the class. "Look you guys, settle down. SHUT UP!" Mr. Stilinksi yells. I turn my attention to Thomas who gulps loudly. "Told you, sucks." I smile and laugh a bit. Me and Thomas sit with each other at a table with this girl, I think her name is Rachel? We all get to know each other a bit and then Thomas whispers in my ear. "Watch this." He throws a ball of paper straight at this boy's head, Janson I think.
The boy gets up and starts yelling across the room. "THOMAS I KNOW THAT WAS YOU! YOU DICKWAD!" He starts going towards Thomas and I start to get scared but then the teacher stops him. "Thomas, did you throw that at him?" Mr. Stilinski asks. "No sir, I genuinely don't even know where that came from!" He says, the lies coming straight out of his mouth. I'm very entertained by this point and smile at him. He winks back as Mr. Stilinski starts lecturing Janson about yelling in his class. I shoulder Thomas. "That right there, was peak comedy Tommy." I say, the nickname slipping out.
He smiles at me softly, giving me eyes that I don't think I've ever seen look so good on a person. Looking at him now, he's incredibly attractive. Brunette hair that looks a bit ruffled but was probably done on purpose. He has this perfect nose that dips and goes up suddenly at the end. I realize I'm staring and look away, red as a tomato. "Tommy, huh- I like that. My girlfriend calls me Tom... It makes me feel old." Of course the shuckface had a girlfriend. I mean he's overly handsome, and he is really sweet. I wonder what it would be like to kiss- nope.
You're not
gay.
Stop thinking about him like that.
I smile and nod. "I don't know, I mean it just slipped out really." I said, rubbing the back of my neck. "Look, Newt, wanna hang out with me and my friends at lunch? We're Sophomores but I know you'd get along with a lot of them." He said, making me light up. "Um- yeah! I mean I don't really have any of my own friends so why not?" I say, making him laugh and get out his phone. "Come here, I wanna take a flick." He says, making me burst out laughing. "Flick, really? Dude you're a bloody millennial." I say, causing him to groan at me. "I am not." He says, making me a bit curious as to what his friends say about him and his 1980s words.
We finish up in that class and then Thomas takes me to my next class, P.E. I hate PE more than I hate my dad, which is a lot. We get some papers and our uniforms and I see that the boy from the bus is here, Minho. This is a running PE so maybe he likes to run? I go up to him and smile, wave, and try to find some courage to talk. He talks before I can even think of a sentence. "Hey! You're that kid on the bus, Thomas said your name is Newt, right?" He said, I nodded and he continued talking.
We talked the whole period while we did our paperwork. I finished up and was talking to Minho the rest of the time.
Lunch came around quickly, I soon found out what Thomas meant by 'ghetto'.