Bittersweet ➳ Newt x Reader

Chapter Three

He leads you to the form room, where the rest of your class is waiting. There is a mixture of people in there, some chatting, others trying to keep out of their way. There are several generic 'handsome guys' but you don't give them a second glance as you scan the room. There are many relatively good looking girls too, though one stands out to you - makeup overdone, shortened skirt, lusciously done dark hair, surrounded by a group of teens trying to impress her, make her laugh. That one girl eyes the two of you as you walk in, and strutted over. "Hey babe." The girl smiled at newt, pushing you out of the way as if you weren't there.

"Hey sweetheart." Newt smiled, and pulled her into a brief kiss. "This is Y/N, the new kid."

Your heart seems to freeze at the touch of their lips. Then you sigh. Newt is so handsome, you shouldn't be surprised that he already has a girlfriend.

"Of course it is." She said coldly, looking you up and down. "Just stay out of my way and we'll get along fine. Kay?" Then she turned and strutted off.

"Sorry about her... She's a bit of the jealous type." Newt shrugged.

You nod silently, now looking at the floor. Then a teacher walks in and everyone rushes to their seats. You walk to the spare one In the corner of the room, next to a sporty looking girl, who clearly didn't care about her looks.

"Good morning everyone." The teacher said in a bland, boring voice.

"Good morning Mr Cable." The whole class, apart from you, replies.

The teacher, Mr Cable, had short grey hair and rectangular glasses. "Take your seats," He said in the same boring slow way.

Everyone sat.

"Today is a new term, and we have a new student. Y/N, would you care to introduce yourself?" Mr Cable asked. You stood up nervously, and everyone turned to look at you.

"Im Y/N, and I just moved here from England." You say quickly and sit again.

Many of the kids tut and roll their eyes, apart from the sporty girl and Newt, who both give you encouraging, warm smiles.

As the teacher takes the register, the girl next to you leans in closer to whisper something.

"Hey." She grinned.

"Hi." You whisper back, and for some reason your nerves evaporate.

"I'm Jessica, but you can call me Jess."

"I'm Y/N."

"I think Newt likes you." She replies, smiling, not bothering to whisper anymore.

QOTD: The colour of your shirt is your new hair colour. Good or bad?