You and Newt had never gotten along, not after you accidentally spilt moonshine in his favourite shirt at your greenie bonfire. It was a complete accident!! And 3 years later Newt still couldn’t get past it. He was bad mouthing you to Minho so you did what any enraged teenage girl would do, dig up worms, dirt and capture moths from the Trackhoe garden and stick them in his desiganted clothes pile and of course you had to get your prank-loving best friend, Chuck, in on it. A few days you saw a very angry Newt with a holey white cream shirt, clearly the moths had enjoyed the meal. He marched over to Minho, his eye practically twitching.

Newt: “Where is that girl?“ He demanded Minho.