Bittersweet ➳ Newt x Reader

Chapter Thirty-Five

Newt was soon let out of hospital, but had to use crutches.
He moves quickly in them - almost like he's used something like them before.
He.. how do you describe how someone moves with crutches? You'll just say hobble.
He hobbles along beside me, and you walk at your normal pace. "Glad to be back?" You ask quietly.
"No," He admits with a small laugh.
You laugh too and smile watching Thomas and Minho practically race each other sprinting towards him to be the first ones to hug him. They hadn't been told he was out - he wanted to surprise them.
"Newt!" Their voices chorus, and the two of you burst into more laughter at their surprised expressions.
"How are you?" "Why are you up?"
"Why didn't you tell us!"
Eventually Newt manages to catch his breath and shrugs teasingly, "I guess I forgot."
Minho raises an eyebrow with a grin and Thomas elbows him gently in the arm, "shut up, you love us really."
My face suddenly falls. I wasn't done with my apologises - not yet. I'd been so happy about Newt, I'd forgotten about Jess.
"Guys, I'll catch up with you later I need to go sort something," You excuse yourself.
Newt notices the nervous look in your eye and his laughing stops, a kind and protective look washing over.
"Want me to come?"
"No, it's okay." This is something you have to do alone. You force a smile to the three before walking away.
Where would Jess be before school? She might be training for athletics club, at her locker, in the form room... there were too many places to look, and not enough time. You had to make up with her. A boyfriend is amazing, but every girl needs her bestie.
"Have you seen Jessica?" You ask a girl that you recognise to be someone from your class.
She shakes her head and walks off.
"Have you seen..." Oops.
Wrong person.
Hannah turns and raises an eyebrow coldly, "lost someone?" Her friends were crowded either side of her, and a few behind.
You swallow but then remind yourself not to be afraid, staring her back in the eye confidently, "Yeah. Have you seen Jess?"
The corners of her mouth flick upwards, "actually, I have."
She steps aside. Your eyes skim over her friends and stop at one person in particular.
No. No.
"Jess?" Your mouth falls open.
You barely recognise her. She's wearing a short, clingy dress like the others. Her hair is styled and curled, and her face covered in makeup.
"Jess?!" You repeat in surprise, noticing out of the corner of my eye Hannah smirking triumphantly.
"That's my name, don't wear it out," she answers boredly, looking at her white nails. Her nails are usually bitten to the core!
"What are you wearing?!"
"What do you want, Y/N?" She's trying to act fierce, but her eyes are glazed over, and her hand shaking slightly; She's close to tears.
How. The hell. Did Hannah. Manipulate Jessica. Any other girl you'd understand, but Jessica?!
"I wanna talk... please."
With a roll of her eyes, she turns away, "too bad."
They walk off.
Your heart is beating quickly. Your eyes wide.
She must have really taken your denial to heart...
This won't end well.