Feautured this chapter:Mean originally by Taylor Swift,cover by Mark Sailing and Dot-Marie Jones

Newt

"You have a new message"my Skype notification kept buzzing but I just ignored it.I don't feel like talking to anyone right now...

"Newt,honey"my mother shout"Beth says you're not answering her calls!"

Damn it!I rushed to my laptop to see my sister looking furiously at me"What?"

"I thought you were dead!"

"Because I didn't answer your calls?"

"No because you were in a bloody car accident!"

"Beth,I'm fine.Plus the doctor said I will be eventually able to walk"

"But it's my fault isn't it?"she started crying and sniffing her nose.Just like one time she had accidentally closed the door to my fingers,they only had a bruse but she was crying for a week.

"Nothing is your fault,it's just me texting while driving"

"Just promise me you're okay"

"I promise"I smiled at her as we 'internet' fist bumped each other.I heard the door to her apartment knocking while she was becoming green from anxious"Let me guess,Kyle?"

"Yes"

"You haven't gotten dressed?"

"Yes!"she groaned in frusturation and opened the door"Just give me a sec"

Kyle walked in while my sister was getting ready.He is a nice guy,very very tall and but not the smartest which is fine as long as he doesn't hurt her.

"Hey Ne--"

"Lets cut to the chase,shuckface"I always wanted to say that"This girl is one of the most important people in my life and if you hurt her in any way I'll feed you to the dogs.Good that?"

"Y-yes s-sir"

"Good"

Thomas

I feel weird for speaking like that to Newt.Was I nice?Maybe mean?No,I think I was fine.I should probably hate Newt,why do I even care?He is bulling me,yet I feel kind of responsible for the accident.No one deserves that not even him.

"Thomas dinner is ready"my dad announced"Hey are you okay buddy?"

"Yes I'm fine"

He looked at me and smiled"You know I was a teenager too,I know what is fine and what is not"

"It's Newt,I can't stop thinking about him"

"You know who you remind me?Your aunt Rachel"

"She couldn't stop thinking about Newt too?"I laughed as he sat next to me"Nah,have I ever told you about your uncle Finn?"

Only every single day of my life

"Rings a bell"

"Well he and Rachel were going to get married.They had everything planned and the whole glee club would be there"

"I'm sensing a but here"

"But Rachel refused to start the wedding if Quinn Fabray wasn't there"

"Fabray?Newt's mum?"

"Yes,they had a weird kind of friendship.Anyway,even at the last moment Rachel would still deny starting without Quinn.However we were sure,she wasn't coming.So there we were with Rachel constantly checking her phone until it rang"he said and sniffed his nose"Everything were a blur after,but I remember the stares at the hospital when people would look at a bunch of guys and girls in dresses along with a crying bride.I also remember Santana not telling Brittany about the accident and lying by saying Rachel was crying over Bambi losing his mum,which made Brittany burst into tears"

I faked a smile to my dad and hugged him tight"You were a weird choir weren't you?"

"Oh we were freaks,but we were all together"

Newt

"I got you,I got you"my mother kept saying while holding my hand as I tried to walk"I can't"

"Yes you can"she replied"You are strong and if I walked then so can you"

"You're stronger than me"I complained"I'm weak,I'll never walk again!"I shout in frusturation and sat in my chair"I feel helpless"

"You are not,you're just tired of fighting.After I was able to walk,it took me less than a month to go and dance my heart off on Regionals."she laughed,thought it didn't make me feel any better.Maybe I just take what I deserve...

"Mum,am I a bad person?"

"What?Of course not,you're wonderfull"she said being my typical mother"I just feel I'm the worst side of myself"

She took my hand and smiled as she looked over at a guy playing guitar across the hall of the therapy room.

You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that you use against me,
You, have knocked me off my feet again,
Got me feeling like I'm nothing.
You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard
Calling me out when I'm wounded.
You, pickin' on the weaker man.

She nodded and gave me a look to start and sing with her.

Me:
Well you can take me down,
With just one single blow.
But you don't know, what you don't know,

Both:
Someday, I'll be living in a big old city,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.

Her:
Why you gotta be so mean?

Me:
You, with your switching sides,
And your wildfire lies and your humiliation
You, have pointed out my flaws again,
As if I don't already see them.

Both:
I walk with my head down,
Trying to block you out

Her:
Cause I'll never impress you
I just wanna feel okay again.
I bet you got pushed around,

Both:
Somebody made you cold,

Her:
But the cycle ends right now,

Me:
Cause you can't lead me down that road,
You don't know, what you don't know

Both:
Someday, I'll be, living in a big old city,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.
Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.

Her:
Why you gotta be so mean?
And I can see you years from now in a bar,

Both:
Talking over a football game,

Her:
With that same big loud opinion but,

Both:
Nobody's listening,

Her:
Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things,

Me:
Drunk and grumbling on about how I can't sing.
But all you are is mean,

Her:
All you are is mean.
And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life, and mean

Both:
And mean, and mean, and mean

But someday, I'll be, living in a big old city,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean. Yeah,
Someday, I'll be big enough so you can't hit me,
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.

Me (her):
Why you gotta be so mean? (Someday, I'll be, living in a big old city,)
Why you gotta be so mean? (And all you're ever gonna be is mean.)
Why you gotta be so mean? (Someday, I'll be living in a big old city,)
Why you gotta be so mean?

Her:
And all you're ever gonna be is mean.

Both:
Why you gotta be so mean?