necessary | newtmas au

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 | you're worth millions

"ALRIGHT," Teresa said, walking over towards Thomas and Newt's desks with her laptop in hand and a notebook, "You have the poster board, right, Tom?"

"Yeah," Thomas reached down on his right to grab the poster board that laid against the leg of his desk and put it on top of the surface of the table, "Bought it last night."

"Great," Teresa placed her things down and pulled a chair over, "So, we're ready to glue things down... I can print all the photos and papers, you guys paste it all on?"

"Got it," Newt got out of his seat and walked forwards, glancing down at the poster board.

Teresa nodded her head and opened her computer, heading to all the typed up documents, as well as all of the downloaded images for the project—she printed them all on Mrs. Ellenis' printer. She then turned her head at the sound of the sheets of papers spilling out of the machine in the back of the classroom, standing up and heading over there to pick them up.

"So," Thomas started, "You think you're ready to present next week?"

"Fuck," Newt mumbled under his breath, "Forgot about the presenting part of this project, actually."

"Good thing I'm here to remind you, then." Thomas smiled, seeing Teresa making her way back to them, signaling him to open up the sides of the poster board to expose the entire area.

"You know, I never realized how alike you two look to Stephen and Sam. It's uncanny." Teresa placed a pile of all of the papers down, a photo of the characters Stephen and Sam being on top.

"Oh, wow, we do look..." Thomas trailed off, gazing at the photo in front of him.

"Really similar," Newt finished for the brunet, putting his hands on his hips as he looked down at the photo as well, "Anyway—" He was quick to change the topic, "Let's just keep on working."

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"No, we're not having this conversation again." Newt sat across the table from Lizzy, shaking his head.

"Yes, we are. Fuck, Newt, you're in love with him!" Lizzy leaned in closer, "Just admit it."

"What—Lizzy, please. First it was me liking him, and now it's me loving him? What's the next thing you're going to say? That I'm in love with Minho or something?" Newt scoffed, slumping back in his chair.

"Gosh, no, you and Minho?" Lizzy chuckled lightly, "Anyway. don't pay too much attention to what words I use. Just focus on the core of my point, which is that you have feelings for Thomas."

"Hm, okay. And what exact evidence do you have to back up this information?" Newt questioned, ticking his head to the side.

"Okay, one: he's the only person who was able to get you to attend classes again. Not even I could do that,"

"He's my tutor. It's his job."

"Two: you guys actually get on so well, it's insane. Even though it was a bit rough at the start, you guys have this playful demeanor when you're with each other that just clicks."

"Well I can't be too rude or too nice to him."

"Three: the way you talk to him, or more, the way you look at him."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Oh c'mon, don't play dumb, Newt. Whenever you speak with him, you're always so immersed in the conversation and you listen to every single word. And, oh my gosh, don't even get me started on how you look at him. Your eyes become filled with purity and love, your expression as you gaze at him translating the feeling that you want to be with him, laugh with him, have inside jokes with him, and go on adorable double dates with him—all of that is shown in your eyes."