"-and you are sure you don't have any information?" Alby asked.
"I've told you already. No."
The moment I walked into the homestead, I could her whistles and catcalls. I guess that's what I get for being the only girl in the Glade. Being the only girl in a group of at least 20 guys was pretty scary. Alby and Minho had already announced that no one is to touch me, and if they do, he'll escort them to the Grievers himself. By the way he was looking at me, he could tell I was pretty scared. He walked up asked me if I was okay. I trusted Minho, as he seemed a lot more mature than the majority.
"I guess I'll just, have to get used to it. Will you sit with me at dinner?"
"Of course."
"Get all of your shuck faces to dinner! Frypan's probably waitin' for you shanks!" Newt yelled.
When we got our dinner and sat down, Minho sat next to me just as I had asked. I got as close to Minho as I could without drawing any suspicions. Throughout the past couple of days I had gotten to know him pretty well. I liked him from the start but every conversation we held made me like him even more. A boy, slightly older than me, walked up and sat on the other side of me.
"Hey beautiful" I pretended not to hear him, hoping he would take his defeat and walk away but he persisted. "Hello beautiful"
Minho, obviously irritated, said, "Buzz off shuck-face"
"Excuse me?" The boy stood up and the entire room went silent.
"Leave the girl alone. She heard you the first time, but chose not to answer. Take a hint."
"Why? Is she already taken? 'Cause it sure don't seem like it."
"Actually, she is." I spoke up. A couple gasps and whispers dispersed throughout the room. Both Minho and the guy froze. "Right, Minho?"