Thomas was failing miserably in math class. He would say it wasn't his fault but that was a flat out lie. Math wasn't his strong suit.

 "Thomas! Hurry the shuck up or we are going to be late to math!" Thomas sighed and ran after his friend Minho. How did Minho manage to get straight A's in every single class? Last semester he had a 100% in math and well... Let's just say Minho was very boastful. But eleventh grade could've been much worse, at least Thomas was one of the best runners on the track team. He was even faster then all of the older students. But of course Minho was also great at running, and Thomas and him constantly raced each other only to find out that they often both ran at the same speed.

 "Okay Min, I'm coming." Thomas followed his friend into Ms. Paige's math class a few seconds before the school bell rang.

 "Thank you all for arriving on time for once..." Ms. Paige glared in Thomas and Minho's direction before walking up to the front of the class.

 "Yeah Thomas, thanks." Minho gave Thomas a smirk and he started shaking his head to try to hold in his laughter. Thomas just glared at him.

 Thomas didn't give a klunk what the teacher was saying so he just stared out of the window. There wasn't anything interesting to see but it was a fair, sunny day and it looked like the perfect weather for a nice jog outside. He imagined feeling the soothing breeze blowing across his face and one of his favorite songs, "My Demons" by Starset playing on his iPod...

 "Thomas! Thomas! Earth to Thomas?!"

 "Huh wait, what?" Thomas shook himself back into reality and realized that Ms.Paige was trying to get his attention.

 Ms. Paige gave him a stern glare but continued speaking, "Mr. Newton here will tutor you every Tuesday and Thursday until I see your skills improving, you got that?"

 Thomas didn't see him before but there was a slim figure standing shyly behind his teacher with his hands behind his back. His hair was dirty blonde and it looked like someone had ran their hands through his soft looking hair. He couldn't help not staring at his gorgeous elvish king-like features. He was so distracted by the beautiful boy that he almost forgot to answer his teacher's question.

 "Uh, yeah okay, Ms. Paige that's fine with me..."

 "Okay, Mr. Newton you can go ahead and bring Thomas to the library, and Thomas dear don't forget your stuff." Thomas was already rushing to the door by the time Ms.Paige finished her sentence so it was fairly awkward running back over to his seat to get his binder, calculator and various other objects that he needed. He heard Minho give a loud obnoxious whistle as he left the classroom and by the time he closed the door he saw Minho winking at him through the mirror piece in the door. Thomas made an ugly face at him and flipped the bird. Ugh Minho...just because he recently told Minho that he was pansexual and this guy was maybe really, really adorable it didn't mean he could just embarrass him in front of the class like this, especially this pretty blonde. He caught 'pretty boy' or Newton or whatever this guys name was blushing a little bit and it was so adorable. He decided to speak up.

 "So um hi, I'm Thomas as you probably know and my last name is Edison so um what's your name? It's not Newton is it? Seems more like a last name to me."

 Pretty boy seemed a little uneasy at first but he shrugged and started talking. "Names Isaac Newton, but you can call me Newt." Thomas smirked and stared at the gorgeous boy. Thomas adored accents especially British ones. This guy was going to be such a distraction I mean look at his pretty as-

 Newt interrupted him from his slightly inappropriate train of thought. "Tommy we should get going to the library," Newt stated simply. Thomas felt his heartbeat quicken at the nickname and he felt like a love struck puppy.

 "Oh yeah. Newt is such a perfect nickname by the way, it suits you."

 "Thanks."

 "You're welcome." Thomas smiled warmly at Newt and he was a little surprised when he returned a small smile and his dark brown, chocolate-like eyes locked into his own hazel ones.

 "So um...What grade are you in?" Thomas was curious to find out as many things as he could about this 'Newt'.

 "I'm on my senior year."

 "Oh so your seventeen? Or maybe even eighteen?"

 "Yes I am seventeen, going on eighteen." Newt slightly shook is head and gave out an adorable chuckle.

 "Same, well I mean I'm sixteen but...I'll be seventeen pretty soon. Also, what do you find so amusing, Newt?"

 "Ok we're here Tommy." Thomas was so involved in Newt and sneaking small peaks of his ass that he didn't even realize that they were both standing outside of the library door.

 "Oh wow, heh I um... Wait so why did you chuckle again?" Newt gave Thomas a quizzical stare and he raised his right eyebrow for the full effect.

 "Let's just get started with your math, yeah?" Newt said after a few seconds of silence.

 "No! Please just a couple more questions? Pretty please?!" Thomas looked up with huge Bambi eyes that most people couldn't resist.

 Newt laughed and blushed the tiniest shade of pink. "See that's why! You never want to stop asking questions, do you?"

 It was Thomas's turn to snigger. "Yeah I guess it just runs in my family, but my friends sometimes despise my curiosity."

 "I don't see why. I mean, bloody hell its kind of attractive." Newt immediately blushed again which Thomas found very sexy.

 "Hey, I would say the same about you." Thomas was enjoying himself and he didn't want to stop flirting with Newt after it had started so soon.

 "Hmm, thanks Tommy." Newt smirked a little as he started walking over to a little table at the end of the library.

 "Aw do we have to start so soon?" Thomas frowned as Newt sat down at the nearest chair.

 "Let's see here, we have about forty five minutes left," Newt stated as he checked his watch. "I think we should get started right now and maybe you can ask questions afterword? How does that sound Tommy?" Newt looked up expectantly, luckily before he noticed where Thomas was gazing.

 "Well um... Ugh, ok fine."

 "You can bloody sit down you know." Newt gestured towards the chair next to him.

 "Oh, right." Thomas sprinted over to the chair and forcefully threw his stuff down on the petite table.

 "It's no wonder you're a runner, Tommy." Thomas felt his chest stiffen.

 "How...how did you know that I'm a runner?" Newt tried to ignore Thomas's gaze so he wouldn't see him blushing.

 "Well I am the school's photographer so you know...I know most people's names including the people on the track team." Newt stammered.

 "Really now? So who else can you name on the track team?" Thomas gave Newt a shit eating grin. Gosh, Thomas knew that he was probably being a pain in the ass but he was curious to find out if the blonde took a liking to him.

 "Bloody hell Tommy! Let's just get to work, okay?" Newt seemed eager to change the subject and Thomas saw him chew his bottom lip.

 "Aww you're no fun, Newtie." Newt fake-groaned at the nickname and Thomas cackled.

 "Seriously, though Tommy. Please get out your homework or your class work or something I can help you with."

 "Why Newtie, why?" Thomas did his Bambi-eyes again.

 "Please Tommy, please." Newt rolled his eyes and tried to ignore Thomas's pleading eyes. Thomas didn't give up easily though. "Thomas, I said stop!!!" Newt glared at Thomas but anyone could see the flicker of mirth in his eyes.

 "No you said, please Tommy, please. There's a difference there."

 Newt rolled his eyes again but smiled which was just enough to make Thomas feel like he had done his job. "Well the sooner we get started, the sooner we can get to know each other better. Agreed?" Newt stuck his hand in front of Thomas and Thomas felt a sudden urge to lean down and kiss it but he decided that he didn't want to make Newt feel anymore awkward so he gladly shook it.

 "Agreed."

 Newt checked his watch one last time before they got cracking. "We have about forty minutes now so let's try to make this bearable."

 "That shouldn't be a problem," said Thomas.

 "Brilliant, Tommy."

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 "Well that was some shuckin' boring algebra," Thomas stated once Newt finally let him stop practicing the crappy math problems. He proved to be a pretty tough bugger when he felt the need, despite his shy appearance.

 "Shuckin'?" Newt repeated, looking slightly amused.

 "Oh yeah, heh... It's just an excuse of a cuss word that me and my friend Minho made up around sixth grade. We always got in trouble and such, since we cussed to much so we made up some pretty lame words to use instead. It just kinda stuck with us through all these years, you know?"

 "Oh yeah, like some people use frick instead of fuck, that's actually pretty awesome Tommy! What other words did you and your friend make up?"

 "Pff thanks. I guess it was actually a good idea since we never really got caught for cussing after that. Anyway, we quite often use shank, klunk, slinthead, and shuckface. But shuck is my all time favorite." Thomas gave a frivolous little chuckle as he saw Newt raise one of his eyebrows again.

 "Is klunk like, shit?..." Newt's accent made the word shit a little more humorous then was necessary and Thomas burst into laughter again. "I take that as a yes, then?" Thomas's laughter was affecting Newt and he begin to snigger too. "Bloody brilliant."

 "You think so?" Thomas was smirking now, and Newt was trying to hold in his cackles. "We also call our newer friends Greenie sometimes, but I'd rather call you Newt. But if you happen to stumble upon Minho just don't be surprised if he nicknames you Greenie or Greenbean."

 "Ah, well okay...but why Greenie?" Newt cocked his right eyebrow questioningly.

 "Um, I honestly don't really remember. Ugh now it's going to bug me! Well I know that Minho came up with it before I met him so it took quite a while for him to stop calling me Greenie."

 "Must've been bloody annoying. Did you ever call him a foolish nickname for revenge?"

 Thomas smirked at that and his eyes glinted mischievously. "I finally got him to stop when I started calling him Mean Hoe."

 "Mean Hoe?! Are you bloody serious?! That's...that's priceless! You're such a bad boy, Tommy."

 "Yeah well, I try. Does it work?"

 "I'd have to say so. Suddenly Newt looked down at his watch and frowned. "Well, Tommy we should get going, it's a few minutes till your class is over."

 "No, Newtie I wanna stay and talk!" Thomas moped and glanced hopefully up at Newt.

 "I'm sorry Tommy but we really should be heading back, I don't want you to miss your bus or anything..."

 "Ugh fine, well I guess I'll see you Thursday then?"

 Newt grinned. "Sounds bloody wonderful, Tommy." And with that Newt strolled out of the library leaving Thomas staring after him in awe.