OK Gang... they have teased and tormented us on C4 and Waveguide spoilers about some night when Lauren, Newt, Theresa and Anita get locked in a classroom. Well this is my short fan fic take on what might happen, since it is a few weeks away yet... there may be illustrations for this one soon.

It opens with the four friends being chased through the school by Gaz, after detention.


SHORT FAN FIC:
LOCKED IN - Episode 1
by PinkyA


Theresa, Newt, Lauren and Anita ran and ran, out of the playground and into the school building; from the main entrance they ran down the corridor, but Gaz and his gang were still gaining on them.
"Quick, in here!" said Newt. He opened the door of a classroom at the end of the corridor and the girls followed him in.
"I don't like this!" wailed Anita. "How the hell did Gaz and his gang get in here, when there was just us, doing our detention? We should be on our way home by now, if they hadn't broken into the school!"
"Shhh!" hissed Lauren, with a furious glare.
"They'll hear you!" Theresa added, in an equally-hissy whisper.
But Gaz and his gang had done more than hear them. They had seen them go into the classroom.

The four friends waited in silence. Theresa was fighting the urge to giggle, as usual. Her hand was pressed tightly to her mouth. In the meantime Gaz and his gang had reached the door outside. When Gaz abruptly threw the door open, Theresa and Anita screamed as one, while Lauren and Newt silently froze, staring open-mouthed.
"Well hello!" said Gaz. "What have we here? Well if it isn't Freak Boy with Freak Girl, Paki Girl and Village-Bike McQueen!"
As the three girls cowered behind Newt, Theresa scowled at this insult, while Anita appeared to be used to his racist abuse.
"What are you going to do?" asked Newt, standing his ground.
"We've all got the police on speed-dial on our mobiles!" said Anita.
"That's a point" said a chubby, spotty member of Gaz's gang.
"Yeah!" said Gaz. "Give us your mobiles, right now - unless you fancy eating them!"
"Oh great, thanks a bunch!" said Lauren to Anita. "That's just perfect!"

The three girls gave up their mobiles without protest, while Newt had to be held against the wall by Gaz's chubby friend. Gaz searched his pockets and eventually found his mobile phone; which he pocketed - along with a five pound note that was in the same pocket.
"You won't get away with this!" said Newt, narrowing his eyes darkly at Gaz.
"We'll have sold these by the time you get to go anywhere!" said Gaz, brandishing the four phones in triumph. He pushed Newt away from the classroom door as his chubby partner in crime joined him on the other side of the doorway. As Newt tried to lunge at him, he quickly reached inside the door, grabbed the key from the lock and slammed the door shut.
"Goodnight, you bunch of losers!" yelled Gaz. "Pleasant dreams! Ha ha ha ha!"
They could still hear him laughing uproariously as he walked away down the corridor.

"Well, that's just great." Newt folded his arms. "Now what are we going to do?"
"Try the windows?" suggested Anita.
"Er... yeah." Lauren sneered at her and gestured towards the only windows that could be opened. Above the tall, double-glazed, reinforced windows, the only windows that had hinges were near the ceiling; they were also not big enough for an adult or teenager to climb through.
"We could break the windows" Theresa said, glancing around for a suitable blunt instrument.
Newt shook his head.
"The windows have got reinforcing wire in them" he said. "Don't forget, this is quite an old building. They also have secondary glazing. And we'd get into trouble if we broke the glass - don't you think we're in enough trouble already?"
"Yeah" Lauren pointed out. "We were here for detention in the first place!"
"Well I think we're lucky Gaz didn't beat us up" said Anita. "I say we try to find a comfortable place to sleep, and see if any of us have any food or drink. We don't have our phones..."
"Thanks to your blabbing mouth..." Lauren cut in.
"So we might as well make the best of it" Anita concluded, ignoring Lauren.
"I wish I could!" said Lauren, bitterly. "I'm stuck in here for the night with my ex-boyfriend, my worst best mate of all time - and flamin' Wonder Chav. There is only one person here I don't hate - but he doesn't care about me any more. It's like what Big Brother would be like, if it was taking place in Hell."
Newt laughed at this until he was pink in the face. He ruffled her hair, making her pout even more.
"You're such a drama queen" he said, smiling affectionately at her. "At least you can see the funny side, even if it's the black side as well."
"She does have a way with words!" giggled Theresa.
"And you can shut up an' all, Miss Yo-yo Knickers!" snapped Lauren. This started Newt off again and Anita joined in. Theresa went stomping off to the other side of the room.

"Do you think she's all right?" said Anita, glancing over at Theresa.
"Does this look like the face of someone who cares?" asked Lauren, pointing to herself with both index fingers.
"I'll go" said Newt.
He walked over to where Theresa sat. She was studying her nails, pretending to look bored.
"She didn't mean it" said Newt, after an uncomfortable silence. "You know what Lauren's like. She says as she thinks."
"She never thinks before she speaks" said Theresa. When she glanced up at Newt, her lower lip was quivering. "Everyone thinks I'm a tart."
"No they don't" said Newt, gently patting her shoulder. She unexpectedly put her hand over his. He was surprised at the subtle thrill her touch gave him.
"Thanks, but I know what most people think of me" she said quietly.
Newt watched with a kind of awe as the fragile look on Theresa's face began to fade, as she reined her emotions in. The glimmer of tears seemed to dry up. A half-smile appeared on her immaculately-glossed lips.
I wish I could do that he thought. Just banish tears before they get a chance to fall. Such a brave skill to have.
"That's better, our Theresa" he said aloud. "Come back and talk to us over there."
Theresa smiled at him again, slightly more mischievously. She was sure that she heard a note of fondness in his tone of voice.
I wonder if he fancies me she thought. Oh boy, could I have some fun with knowing he fancied me, if he did!

Theresa followed Newt back to where the others stood.
"Why don't we all try to be nice to each other tonight?" said Newt, glancing round at each of the three girls. "After all, we may be stuck in here all night.
"Well all right, as long as those two talk to each other and don't bother me" said Lauren, with a dismissive wave of her hand in the direction of Anita and Theresa.
"We'll all have to talk to each other at some point" said Newt. "For instance - does anyone have any food or drink?"
"I have some Coke" said Anita.
"I've got half a bottle of Bacardi in my school bag" said Theresa, beaming proudly.
"Well, now I might have to be nice to you!" said Lauren, with a forced grin.
"Great, now we're getting somewhere" said Newt. "Rum and cokes all round! So who has any food?"
"I've got Cheesy Bites and digestive biscuits in my bag" said Anita.
"Cool!" said Newt. "We could have a party if anyone had a CD player or a radio."
"My phone plays some cool tunes" sighed Lauren wistfully. "But Gaz has it now."
"We could sing?" offered Theresa. Lauren gave her a withering look.
"I don't think so" she said coldly.
"We'll see about that" said Theresa, with a smirk.
"Did I ever tell you I've always hated you?" said Lauren. Theresa ignored her.

Theresa and Anita put on an impromptu show of songs from Girls Aloud and The Pussycat Dolls, singing into their hairbrushes, as Lauren sulked and Newt watched, laughing most of the time but applauding politely between songs. Between songs, they each consumed a little more Bacardi and Coke; which they mixed up in the Bacardi bottle and took turns to swig from it. As the drink flowed, gradually Theresa and Anita forgot the words and made silly or rude words up instead. Newt found it harder and harder to stop laughing. In the end, even when the singing stopped, he only had to look at Lauren or Theresa and it would start him off sniggering again. Anita was getting too sleepy to look at anyone. Soon she began to snore, softly. As she slept, propped up against one of the desks, Theresa took Anita's gym shorts out of her sports bag and carefully draped them over her head, with no reaction from Anita except that the material fluttered in time with her snore.

When Lauren began to fall asleep too, Newt found himself watching her, feeling rather sad and wistful.
I wish you hadn't changed so much, Laurie he thought. If only it could have been just a phase. But it's like your real self has come to the surface. I can't love you any more, no matter how much I wish I could.
"You all right, Hellboy?" asked Theresa, ruffling his hair playfully.
"Yeah, why do you ask?" Newt sounded defensive, as if unwilling to disclose his thoughts. Theresa was visibly taken aback.
"Just remembering a few old times, that's all" he said, more kindly. He glanced around the room, swaying slightly. "I need to pee soon" he announced. This was an unexpected revelation to Theresa. She giggled.
"We're in the science lab" she said. "There are sinks over there. It's easy for you. When the rest of us have to go, it's not so easy. It will mean climbing into one of those big sinks and making the best of it."
"Well don't worry, I won't look if you have to go" said Newt. "You'd better not look either."
With that, he got up and staggered off in the direction of the sinks.
"Better?" said Theresa, on his return.
"Much, thanks." Newt sat down by sliding down against the wall, which seemed safer now that he was tipsy on rum and Coke. He sat with his knees pulled up and his hands resting languidly on them, staring across at Lauren and Anita, where they lay propped up against the wall a few feet away from each other, as inert as rag dolls; each snoring at a slightly different pitch.
"You've had both of them two" observed Theresa, in a casual tone. "Rather you than me."
"You wouldn't understand, being a girl" said Newt. "And I wouldn't call it "had" as you crudely put it. I had deep feelings for both of them."
"Aww that's kind of shweet" slurred Theresa. She hiccupped and smiled at him. "You're all right really, you know? And quite cute in your own way." She had a fit of giggles as she realized what she had said.
Newt slowly turned to look at her.
"Are you all right, Theresa?" he asked. She carried on giggling, blushing deeply.
"You just said I was cute" he said. "I know that's not like you. You've obviously had too much. Maybe you should start thinking about getting some sleep?"
"Yeah all right." Theresa got up, swaying like a windblown reed. She got her gym things out of her sports bag and began to change into them in lieu of pyjamas. She changed in front of Newt, without a flicker of self-consciousness. Newt tried not to watch her but got his own sports shorts out and did the same, trying not to think about whether she was watching him. He put his long black hoodie coat on the floor and arranged his clothes on it to make the floor softer; then pulled half of his coat over himself as a blanket, resting his head on the pillow.

Theresa put her coat on the floor not far from Newt's and used her uniform as a kind of mattress. She made herself as comfortable as she could and lay facing Newt, as he lay on his back gazing at the ceiling. It occurred to her that he looked rather attractive; wearing only his dark blue shorts, white socks and a bored expression.
"What are you thinking then, Hellboy?" she asked, in a whisper.
Oh God thought Newt. It's gonna be a long night...

----------To Be Continued------------

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I will try to update my other fics soon but they both need illustrations for the next parts... in the meantime here is Episode 2 of this one (illustrated)...


SHORT FAN FIC:
LOCKED IN - Episode 2
by PinkyA

"What are you thinking?" repeated Theresa, when Newt sighed, but did not answer.
"I've finished thinking for the night" he said, giving her a quick glance before looking back up at the ceiling again. Theresa would not be deterred.
"Don't be a spoilsport" she said. She moved slightly closer, across her coat, to where he lay. "You must have something on your mind. Come on Newt, you're not like the rest of us. I want to know what makes you tick."
"Being different is not just a statement of attitude, like with hair and clothes" said Newt. "It's part of your soul; it's always there."
"Well there you go" said Theresa. "That's something you've not said before. You and I have never really chatted much, have we?"
Newt shrugged.
"Unless you count that time you were bragging about getting suspended. That was quite funny, as I remember."
"Yeah" said Theresa, "but that was about me - and you're changing the subject now! I still want to know what goes on inside your head."
"You usually get what you want, don't you Theresa?" said Newt. "Well, maybe batting your eyelashes won't work on me."
Theresa immediately took this as a challenge. She edged a little closer, leaned towards him and grinned, batting her eyelashes. Newt tried not to smile but the corners of his mouth refused to resist.
"Was that a smile?" she asked, cheekily.
"No" said Newt, denying it slightly too emphatically. With an effort, he adopted a more surly expression. Theresa edged slightly closer. Newt tried not to look at her, even though she was giving him her best, bright-eyed, flirty smile. Not looking at her seemed to keep her quiet for a few minutes, which was a welcome silence.

"You grew up in care, Newt, didn't you?" she said suddenly, in little more than a whisper.
"Yeah, what of it?" he replied, looking uneasy.
"Well, doesn't that make it harder for you than the rest of us; being locked up in here? Is that why you can't sleep, even though you've had a few rum and cokes?"
"Not really" he sighed. "And even if those days still affected me now, I wouldn't want your pity."
"But doesn't that have something to do with why you wear black all the time?" she asked softly. "And don't you feel more human lying there like that, as you are now, without being all wrapped up in black?" As she spoke, she touched his arm.
"Theresa, you're touching me" he said. "Please try not to do that."
He glanced sideways. Theresa looked quite hurt as she took her hand away.
"It's just... I like black" he said. "Once you start wearing it, it's addictive. The school uniform is like some kind of Communist device that stifles our individuality. Black is my colour; it's my cloak of shadows. It's the colour of night, where our dreams unfold their rainbow-tinted wings."
"Wow." Newt's answer was a little too much for Theresa's scatterbrained mind to assimilate, but it sounded pretty to her. She moved again; now she was lying next to him, propped up on her elbows. "There you are, you see - I managed to find out slightly more about you. You just came right out and said that. I knew you like poetry; I never thought you could speak like a poet."
"Well, I've written a lot of poems" said Newt sadly, "but no-one reads poetry any more. Writing poetry is sometimes like casting pearls before swine."
"You're not implying I'm a pig, I hope!" Theresa looked indignant.
"No..." Newt laughed. "It's just an old saying."
"So if I'm not a pig, what do you think of me?" she asked. Newt looked at her, as she grinned at him. He wondered how she had managed to edge her way so close to where he was lying. As she looked into his eyes with her bright blue eyes, she seemed like Barbie, Tinkerbell and the Easter Bunny, all rolled into one.
"I never really thought about it much" he said. "Talking to you tonight, you seem quite sweet I guess. Maybe there's a bit more going on in your head than I thought there was."
"Same here" she said. "Your thoughts have turned out to be quite interesting to me. And I've never seen you out of those black clothes before. Wearing just those shorts, you look completely different. So pale and so..."
Newt blushed as she looked him up and down. He pulled the other half of his coat over himself, trying to hide from her appraising gaze.
"What?" he said. "OK, so I'm pale. I wish you wouldn't stare like that..."
"I was being complimentary" she said. "I was going to say I don't think you're a freak any more."
"Why would you say that?" he asked, more quietly. He stared into her big blue eyes looking almost afraid, as if caught in the headlamps of a car.
Theresa reached out and moved his coat away.
"I was going to say you look so pale and gorgeous" she said. "I wish I could say the pretty things you say. But even then nothing could do justice to how fit you look to me right now."
Newt caught his breath as she reached out and touched his face.
"Please don't" he whispered. "What if Lauren or Anita wake up?" his heart began to overbeat insanely as Theresa ran her fingers through his hair. As he closed his eyes, she leaned closer and stole a kiss. Her lip gloss tasted of caramel; further sweetening the moment.



"Please" he whispered. She kissed him again, weakening his resistance even more. "You're Anita's best friend" he said, aching with guilt even as he began to thrill. "We shouldn't..."
Theresa kissed him one more time, running her hands over his chest and shoulders. When she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him closer, he gave up trying to listen to his conscience and kissed her back tenderly; letting himself give in to the heat of the moment...


--------To Be Continued ---------

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Thanks Hannah, 12wishes12dreams, Alternative-x, Katie and xxEoghanQnGeorgeSluverxx! I appreciate your nice comments... Here is Episode 3, which re-uses a large version of the drawing in my avatar...


SHORT FAN FIC: LOCKED IN - Episode 3
by PinkyA


Theresa had thought of everything; she even had a condom in her sports bag; one of a three pack, which she always liked to keep with her in case she got lucky. Newt soon began to discover all kinds of fun things about Theresa; not least of which was the fact that she was generously-proportioned in all the right places. Best of all was the fact that her enthusiasm was matched by her skilfulness.

For Theresa, sex with Newt was a revelation. In the past, she had first thought of Tony Hutchinson as being a real man; then Ste Hay. Now she saw that they were mere shadows of boys, compared to Newt. Unlike Ste or Tony, Newt was a romantic; and he took that into his persona as a lover. His kisses were the kisses of a poet; lyrical and tender. He was infinitely gentle or wildly passionate by turns; yet always looked slightly in awe of her, as if he was looking at a goddess.

The moment of Newt's surrender was made even sweeter by the fact that he had been so offhand and cagey at first. He had a look of total bliss on his face; as if he had seen all of heaven's angels, or flown with them.

When his eyes looked into hers she saw that he was her greatest conquest of all time. There was no longer any hint of defensiveness in his eyes - they were two infinite pools of calm and happiness. His arms were outstretched and there was no tension in his hands; they had opened out like flowers.



Now he was looking at her the way he used to look at Lauren; with his eyes half-closed and full of affection. Not even soft-hearted Tony Hutchinson had looked at her quite like that, when she had seduced him. It was the kind of warm, sleepy-eyed look that a devoted cat might give.
You are so mine now... she thought. I want to wrap you up and take you home.

"So... I'm guessing you don't think I'm a freak any more?" he murmured, with a smile.
"No" she answered softly. "You're lovely."
Newt lazily wrapped his arms around her and allowed her to pet his hair and gaze into his eyes.
"You should let me do your make up for you some time" she said, with a bunny-like grin.
"No way." Newt laughed softly, making her shake as she lay against his chest, looking down at him.
"Oh go on, it would be a laugh!" she said. "I could do your make up and dress you like a girl; then we could see if we could get into The Loft together one night."
This made Newt snigger so much that Theresa began to slide sideways, so he pulled her closer again.
"No way are you doing a makeover on me, thanks all the same" he said, when he recovered. "I saw what happened with Anita's hair once, when you dyed it for her! That's like, a fate worse than death." He sniggered again.
"You're so cute when you laugh" she said, stroking his hair. "You're so much nicer than I thought you were at first."
"And you're very sweet" said Newt. He gave her a smile that made her heart race. "We should try to sleep now though. And we can't sleep too close together - Anita or Lauren might wake up and find us like that."
"Would you like to though?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Of course I would. I'd love to hold you all night. You're gorgeous, Theresa. But we're not alone in here... we need to think of their feelings - especially Anita's." Newt glanced nervously across the room at the other two girls. They were still snoring; both fast asleep.
"All right" said Theresa. She leaned down and gave him one more kiss before moving back to put her gym clothes back on and lie on her own coat.

There was a brief silence as Newt and Theresa lay awake; trying to get to sleep by not looking at each other. Then Theresa spoke.
"Do you really think I'm gorgeous?" she said.
"Yeah. Of course. And you already said you think I'm lovely. So we're both stunning. Let's get some sleep." Newt's voice got progressively more husky and tired towards the end of the sentence. Another silence followed; slightly longer than the previous one. After a while, Newt saw a flicker of movement on the wall next to him. It made him jump at first; then he sighed deeply.
"Theresa" he said softly.
"Yeah?"
"You're making silly shadow puppets on the wall, aren't you?"
"Yeah."
"It's very cute, but it keeps making me think there's someone looming over me." Newt tried to see her expression in the half-light.
"Oh. Right... sorry." Theresa started giggling. "Did you think it was Eli?" she said.
"Very funny. Let's sleep now." Newt's voice had faded to a weary whisper.
"OK" whispered Theresa. "Goodnight Newtie."
"Goodnight Thereesiekins." Newt laughed softly, shaking his head. "You're very daft, you know that don't you?"
"You talking to yourself again?" Theresa's tone was cheeky.
"Awww pleeease let me sleeep" groaned Newt. Theresa giggled again.
"All right. Goodnight darling" she whispered.
"Goodnight honeybuns" said Newt.
"Nightie-night Fluffy" she responded sweetly.
This was too much for Newt. He propped himself up on his elbows and stared at her.
"Fluffy?"
Theresa's giggles ran out of control as she saw the indignant look on his face. Newt went over to her on his hands and knees, forgetting the fact that he had not put his shorts back on. Theresa looked him up and down approvingly and was completely unable to take him seriously, as he leaned his face down close to hers.
"Now listen... I need to get some sleep soon, yeah?" he said. His nose was touching hers. She nodded, trying not to laugh.
"Are we going to be sensible now?" he asked sternly. Theresa nodded again. A muffled snigger escaped from behind her hand, which was over her mouth. Newt had to smile.
"Can we get some sleep soon then?" he asked, more softly.
"All right Newtie" she whispered back. "Goodnight"
"Goodnight little Love Bunny." He leaned down and kissed her cheek. He was still smiling as he went back to lie on his coat.

Newt soon fell asleep after this drunken, affectionate exchange. He dreamt of playing Kiss-Chase with Theresa, Anita and Lauren - and being caught; to be kissed by all three of them. Theresa dreamt of walking on an endless beach, hand-in-hand with Newt. Anita dreamt of nothing, being too inebriated to dream. Her gym shorts were still draped over her head. Lauren dreamt of going to a Fightstar gig with Newt; and meeting them backstage afterwards.


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The next morning, Newt woke up at 6am, feeling slightly light-headed but not hung over. He began to think about how he should try to make things right with Anita. He yawned and tried to stretch his arms up - and saw that there was a pale hand holding his. Glancing sideways, he saw that Theresa McQueen was sleeping with a sweet smile on her face, holding his hand across their two coats. She was wearing her gym clothes, without her trainers. He glanced down at himself and saw that he was wearing nothing but his watch. With a startled gasp, he remembered everyt hing that had happened with Theresa the night before.
Oh my stars... he thought. What have I done?!
Then he looked at Theresa again and remembered how much fun it had been; and how much he had changed his opinion of her. Glancing around to make sure the others weren't awake, he quickly released his hand from hers and put his clothes back on.

Once he was dressed, he sat leaning against the wall, looking at the three girls each in turn. The shorts had fallen off Anita's head. Lauren and Anita were propped up against each other, looking very innocent and small. Theresa still had a half-smile on her lips, as she lay nearby, on her coat.
They look like three little angels, while they're asleep he thought, smiling to himself.
His smile faded as he realized they had all been away from their homes all night long. He closed his eyes, as it occurred to him that Frankie would have called the police by this time. Just as he had this thought, he heard the sound of distant police car sirens, and wondered if the police were already looking for him and his friends...


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More illustrations are coming soon on this fic, but tonight I spent ages on a drawing for the Newt Self-Discovery fic... anyway here is Episode #4...

SHORT FAN FIC:
LOCKED IN - Episode 4
by PinkyA


As Newt listened to the sound of the police car sirens, they got closer to the school - then went further away again. His heart sank.
Surely they will think of looking for us in the school soon and find us here! he thought.
It's Saturday now - didn't anyone tell our parents we had detention? Surely Anita's Dad would think of looking for us here?!

He glanced at Theresa. She was starting to wake up. Very slowly, she sat up, rubbing her forehead and groaning softly, feeling the ill effects of the Bacardi and Cokes she had swigged the night before.
"Oh God" she said. "I feel like there's a demolition ball crashing around my head and my mouth feels like I ate someone's gerbil."
Newt laughed, softly; still unwilling to wake the other two girls. He looked at Theresa. As their eyes met, they both blushed.
"Oh wow!" Theresa whispered. "So last night... that wasn't a dream? Didn't you and I... you know..."
"Yeah" Newt whispered back. "Shhh..." he glanced in the direction of where Lauren and Anita were still sleeping.
"Hey... why do you look so worried?" she asked softly. "It wasn't that bad, was it?"
"No." He smiled and shook his head. "It was amazing!" he went glassy-eyed for a moment. "It's just..."
"Just what?" she leaned closer.
Newt sighed.
"Well, I had been thinking of trying to make things right with Anita, and get back with her" he said, keeping his voice quiet. "Now you've turned everything upside down. I don't know what to do. And you're her best friend."
"I know." Theresa, feeling suddenly guilty, bit her lip.
To Newt, this expression looked adorable; even though it was a typical Theresa thing that he had seen her do many times before; yet somehow, after he had been so close to her the night before, it seemed so sweet that he wanted to hug her to bits.
"Oh God, I'm so confused." Newt bit his lip ring, unconsciously mirroring Theresa's expression, even though he was trying not to look at her.
"Why's that then Newt?" Theresa asked, with a sparkly-eyed, naughty smile.
"It's all your fault" he said softly. "You gave me that one taste of honey; now I want more."
"Who's got the honey?" mumbled Lauren, in her sleep.
"You want more?" Theresa moved closer to Newt. "Well maybe later today, if you're nice to me." She ran her fingertips down his cheek, which made his eyelashes flutter; to her great delight. As she giggled, he blushed, which pleased her even more.
"You know what, Newtie?" she whispered. "You don't have to be confused. I think you're mine already - you just don't know it yet."
Newt laughed nervously.
"Actually you're scaring me a little bit now" he said.
"Awww." Theresa leaned closer. "Do I scare you? Would you like me to?" She batted her eyelashes and growled like a tigress. Newt laughed and closed the space between them to kiss her very softly, making her catch her breath.

Anita began to wake up, yawning. Theresa and Newt recoiled away from each other at the sound and tried to look as though they were doing nothing in particular. This was good timing as it turned out; Lauren woke up almost immediately after Anita did.
"Oh good grief." Lauren clutched her head, screwing her eyes up in pain. "I think I need to borrow someone else's head for the day. I'm never drinking again after this!"
"What?" asked Anita, softly, rubbing her forehead.
"Shut up with all that shouting!" wailed Lauren.
"Hark at the Princess of Darkness" said Theresa, scornfully. "We're all suffering, you know. It's just that some of us aren't drama queens about it."
"I don't feel very well" said Anita. She got up and ran for the sinks on the other side of the room. Theresa went with her, to hold her hair back for her. Lauren clutched her head again as the sound of Anita's painful retching reached her from across the room.

"You'll be all right soon, Neets, don't worry" Theresa said, as Anita straightened up again, looking very pale.
"Thanks Theresa." Anita bent over the tap and rinsed her mouth out. When she had finished, she managed a faint smile. "You're a good friend to me, you know? I don't know what I'd do without you. Oh - hey... are you OK Theresa?"
Anita was shocked to see Theresa suddenly look tearful. She didn't think that Theresa was capable of tears; since she was so giggly and scatty most of the time.
"Oh... it's just that my head is really sore. It's starting to get me down now." Theresa was only partly telling the truth. The worst ache was her pang of guilt, when Anita had said what a good friend she was - knowing that she had seduced the one boy that Anita was practically in love with.
"You'll be fine soon, if we can get out of here and get you some drinking water" said Anita. She gave Theresa a hug and was surprised to hear her stifle a sob.
"Aww don't worry Theresa. You'll feel better soon and we'll be singing into our hairbrushes again before you know it, just like we were last night" she said.
Theresa wailed and broke into more guilty sobbing.
"Oh come on!" Anita hugged her and patted her hair. "Our singing wasn't that bad, was it?"

As she tried to console Theresa, Newt approached, looking worried.
"Is Theresa all right?" he asked. "I thought she came over here to help you, not the other way round."
"I think we're all a bit tired and emotional" said Anita. She carried on patting Theresa's shoulders as she held her, looking awkward and unsure of what to do.
"Maybe it's time for a group hug" said Newt. He put his arms round both of them. For a mischievous moment, he had a vivid fantasy about waking up one morning with them both sleeping on either side of him, in the same bed, with their petal-soft arms wrapped around him. When they hugged him back the fantasy became a little too exciting and he was breathing much faster by the time they let him go.

On the other side of the room, Lauren was in a furious sulk. She hated the way Newt was so affectionate with all his female friends; even though he still hugged her occasionally. She still felt like crying whenever she saw him even talking to Anita or Theresa - that had nothing on the way she felt when he hugged either of them. Since Newt had finished with her, she had checked out every boy in the school. None of them even came close to being as handsome or charismatic as Newt. None of them could be bothered to understand her or even be cool with the clothes she wore.
If only I could have a good cry she thought, bitterly. But I won't give my enemies the satisfaction of witnessing my pain.

Lauren had no sooner had this thought than the door burst open - and Calvin walked in, with Leo.
"You see?" said Leo to Calvin, as Lauren sprang to her feet and ran towards them. "That's why they never came back from detention. Gaz was telling porkies as usual. He did lock them in - I told you, didn't I?"
"Well I hope he enjoyed his night in the police cell" laughed Calvin, as Lauren threw herself into Leo's arms.
"Hey, Little Bit!" said Leo. "What are you crying for? We're here now." He hugged Lauren as she shuddered with suppressed sobs. Seeing her Dad and brother had opened the floodgates of her emotions; after she had been so deeply mourning her relationship with Newt.
"Come on Sis" said Calvin, ruffling her hair as she clung to Leo. "Whatever it is, it can't be that bad. You're not still upset about breaking up with Tadpole, are you?"
Calvin's old joke on Newt's name utterly failed to amuse or console Lauren. She only groaned and went on sobbing.
"I don't wanna live any more" she mumbled, against Leo's coat. "Someone kill me now!"

Anita, Newt and Theresa slowly made their way across the room to where Leo and Calvin were trying to help Lauren to calm down.
"Oh boy" said Theresa, slyly squeezing Newt's hand while Anita wasn't looking, "are we in trouble now...!"


--------To Be Continued ---------

another great update

Brilliant

Loved it.

This is really good, I love it!

Really good!

Thanks Alicebbz, Hannah, Mairead_2009, 12wishes12dreams and xxEoghanQnGeorgeSluverxx! Here is Episode #5, sorry for the wait...

SHORT FAN FIC:
LOCKED IN - Episode 5
by PinkyA


"We're going to take Lauren home now" said Calvin, smiling at Newt. "But before we do, we wanted to give you these back."
He reached into his pockets and took out their mobile phones.
"Moby!" squealed Theresa, grabbing her phone delightedly. She caressed it as though it was a hamster. "Oh Moby, I missed you so much!"
Newt laughed, shaking his head as he took his phone.
"Thanks Calvin" he said. He glanced at Theresa. "You've made my day. And hers, by the look of it."
"Thanks." Anita took her phone and began to carefully inspect it for any Gaz-inflicted damage.
"Use them to call your families" said Leo. "They'll be frantic with worry by now."
"Yeah" said Newt. "We will. Thanks again."
Calvin and Leo left, taking Lauren with them. She was still subdued and sniffling.

Newt left the school building with Anita and Theresa tagging along. They walked slowly as they were still looking through all their phone menus, looking for any signs of vandalism from Gaz and his gang. He was still smiling; glad to be free and to have his phone back at last. Then he suddenly frowned.
"Oh God" he groaned.
"What is it?" asked Anita, touching his arm, looking concerned. "Has Gaz gone and deleted all your contacts?"
"No" sighed Newt, rolling his eyes. "It's worse than that. He's only gone and taken loads of like, really gross pictures of himself all his chav loser friends from his gang!"
Theresa giggled as she stopped walking to look over his shoulder. Anita looked over his other shoulder.
"Oh no" said Newt, as another lurid picture came up. "Oh that's just... wrong!"
Theresa shrieked with laughter.
"Oooh look! He did a moonie!" she said. Anita grimaced.
"I think I'm gonna use a sterile wipe on my phone when I get home" she said. "I can't bear to think of that lot even breathing near it, let alone actually touching it."
"Good idea" said Newt, patting her shoulder. "I think I'll do the same to mine. Then I'll wash my hands three times and try to get these horrible images banished from my memory. After I delete them, of course."
"Well I think we're lucky he didn't put our phones down the boys' bogs, or throw them over the jetty" said Theresa. "I don't know about you guys, but I missed my Moby. Baggie missed him too." She patted her sports bag as she put her mobile back inside it. Newt laughed at her again.
"Mad as three badgers!" he said.
"That's rich coming from you" said Theresa, with a wink.
Anita looked shocked at this jibe, but Newt only smiled. This made Anita puzzled as to why Newt would allow her to say such a thing. She decided to let it pass.

As they walked on, Anita phoned her parents. Bel answered.
"Where have you been darling?" she asked Anita, trying not to sound angry.
"Me, Newt, Theresa and Lauren all had detention - I thought the teachers would tell you!" said Anita.
"Well, Gov said you had been in trouble, but he didn't know about the detention. And why did they keep you in all night?" asked Bel.
"They didn't. Gaz broke into the school and found us. He locked us in one of the classrooms after Mr. Owen left."
"Well come home as soon as you can." Bel still sounded worried.
"Yeah I will. I want to go to Theresa's first."
"All right. If you must. But come home soon, you'll probably need a bath after being out all night like that."
"Yes Mum. 'Bye for now." Anita closed her eyes as she hung up. Unlike Theresa, who loved attention, she hated being fussed over.
"Sorry guys" said Anita. "I think I'd better go home sooner rather than later. Mum will be watching the clock, and you know what Dad's like."
Newt put his arm gently round her shoulder.
"You can't blame them really" he said. "You do need looking after." He turned to Theresa. "Let's walk her home, in case Gaz is around" he said.
"Yeah, good idea" said Theresa.

The three friends walked arm-in-arm, with Newt in the middle, down the street that led to the Roy's residence. When they got to the front gate, they both hugged Anita goodbye and wished her luck.
"Thanks" said Anita, looking slightly tearful. "I could use some more luck these days. See you later."
She gave Newt a shy smile over her shoulder as she headed for the door.
"Why don't you both come round to mine later?" said Newt, glancing at her, then Theresa, as she reached the doorstep.
"All right, yeah, thanks - if I can get away!" Anita smiled a little more brightly.
"Good idea, it'll be a laugh!" said Theresa. She gave Anita a cheery farewell wave as Bel opened the door to let her in.


As Theresa and Newt walked away in the direction of the McQueen's house, Newt phoned Frankie and explained what had happened.
"I can't believe you actually had detention yet again!" said Frankie, sounding more tired than angry. "Luckily for you, Calvin just rang and told me about it, so I'm not quite as frantic with worry as I was earlier. I hardly slept a wink last night, do you know that? And Jack went round to see if you were with Lauren - even though you and her have split up now - just in case you were there. Thank God Leo and Calvin managed to catch Gaz with those phones, or you'd still be locked in there now!"
"I know. Sorry Frankie. Sorry for everything. We never meant to get into trouble." Newt grinned and shh'ed Theresa as she giggled.
"Right. But things just sort of happen to you lot, don't they?" said Frankie. "I never would have dreamed that a bunch of girls could always get you in so much trouble. If your friends were all lads I might understand it! So where are you now?"
"I'm just walking Theresa home, in case Gaz is around" said Newt. This made Frankie's voice suddenly sound much kinder.
"Oh. Well that's nice of you. Well then, come home as soon as you can after that" said Frankie.
"Yeah, will do. Laters Frankie." Newt smiled, trying not to look at Theresa.
"Bye." Frankie ended the call.

Newt walked Theresa the rest of the way to the McQueen's house, in no particular hurry. Theresa walked beside him in happy silence for most of the way. When they were almost there, she spoke.
"It was fun last night, wasn't it?" she said.
"It was lovely" said Newt softly, making her heart race. He gave her a warm smile, looking at her from behind his hair, which struck her as very sexy and flirtatious. She was beginning to love his long, feathery fringe. As she reached out to smooth it back from his face, he realized that they had both stopped walking and were just standing in the street gazing at each other.
"Come on" he whispered, putting his arm round her shoulder. "We shouldn't hang around here. Your family still don't know where you are."

When they were just a few blocks away from Theresa's house, Theresa stopped walking and took Newt's hand. She led him to a goods entrance between two shops, where they could not easily be seen from the street.
"Listen Newt" she said, "Perhaps we should say goodbye here. If our Jacqui or Michaela sees us, it'll be all round Hollyoaks about us being together. I wouldn't want Anita to have to find out about us that way."
"No, you're right" said Newt. He was looking at her as if he couldn't take his eyes of her. "So there is an "us" then?"
"Well yeah, if you want that too." She smiled uncertainly at him. "I know everyone thinks I'm a tart" she added sadly.
Newt took her face gently in both of his hands and leaned very close.
"Theresa, I don't think that about you" he said. "Only jealous girls call you that. They say it because you're more gorgeous than they could ever be. Blonde, blue-eyed; gorgeous figure, lovely smile." He kissed her softly. When he moved back, her face was a picture of dreamy-eyed happiness.
"Really?" she asked, in a whisper.
"Really. Come on, you know you're lovely - you're always using your phone as a mirror when it's on standby!" he laughed.
"Yeah." Theresa looked embarrassed, but she was still smiling. She looked slowly up at him.
"So are we sort of like, going out together, then?" she asked.
"Yeah, but you need to tell Anita soon." He pulled her closer. "And be kind about it. Let her down gently. She's had some rough times recently. We may have to keep it all a secret at first."
"I know. I'll have to wait for the right moment." Theresa bit her lip and Newt caught his breath.
"You're so cute when you do that!" he sighed.
"Do what?"
"I'm not telling you. You'd only do it deliberately; then it might lose its charm." He smiled and kissed her again. The kiss turned into a French kiss; warm and full of passion. Theresa was pleased to notice that his breathing was much faster at the end of it.
"I'd better get you home" he said, in a shivery whisper.
"Why, are you worried about going too far right here in the open air?" she asked, with a naughty smile.
"Don't say that" he said, closing his eyes. "I'll only end up thinking about it even more."
"You've gone all red!" she giggled. She leaned close against him, making him gasp again as her generously-made chest bounced against his.



"Stop it" he laughed. "You're terrible! Come on, let's get you home." He gave her one last kiss and firmly led her by the hand, away from the goods entrance and back out into the street.

It was not easy for Newt to say goodbye to Theresa near her house without kissing her one last time. He knew it would not be wise, knowing how the McQueen women were always nosy about what went on outside their windows. So he gave her a wink as he said goodbye and she made a kiss shape with her lips, by way of a silent reply, before letting herself into the house.

As he walked away down the road, he knew that being Theresa's boyfriend was going to be completely different from being with Lauren or Anita. It was going to be fun; he knew that for sure. He also knew that she had the potential to land him in all kinds of trouble...


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