A/N: Hey guys! Umm... I'm back to writing fanfic again! Whipee! Hi. If we haven't already met. I hope you like my story. PS: I own nothing but Lacey!
Later on, after sorting out accommodation with Alby, Lacey started to head over to the dining hall. She was daydreaming when a boy approached her, "Hey!" She turned, and he caught up to her. "I'm George – you're Lacey, right?" She nodded, "Do you need help finding your way to the dining hall?" Lacey couldn't help feeling a little ticked off, "What does it look like? I'm walking towards it, slinthead." He smirked, "Feisty." She glared, "Dick." Then she walked off, near fuming.
When she entered the hall, Minho spotted her, and waved at her, gesturing for her to join him. She sat down, looking annoyed. "Are you okay?" He asked, cautiously. Having a girl in the glade was still a novelty. She sighed, "Just some stupid guy, that's all." Minho frowned, "You know, if anyone's bothering you, I'll go break their shank nose for you." She laughed, "Thanks, but shank? What does that even mean?" Another one of the boys looked up, "It means what you want it to. Sometimes it means a friend, other times it means something quite different." Lacey nodded, "I'm Ben, by the way." Just at that point, Newt walked over to the table, and it was the first time the brunette noticed his limp, but she didn't think it was polite to ask about it, especially after the awkwardness of her outburst earlier. "There's a bonfire in your honour, tonight, so you better eat up quick." Lacey looked surprised, "My honour?" "Yeah, it's a tradition. Every greenie gets one. Don't be thinking your special." Lacey laughed, "I guess I won't then."
It was an hour later, and the party was in full swing. Some of the boys were already a little bit drunk on Gally's special brew, which made Lacey a little nervous to try it, when Minho brought some over. "Drink up," He said, before downing his. Hesitantly, the girl took a sip, before gagging. "What the hell is that?" Minho cracked up, "Rum – a lot of it. But you gotta drink it. It sucks being the only sober at a party. Or so I've heard." Lacey figured that Minho was already a little wasted, but she knew he was probably right, so she gulped down the horrible concoction, and tried not to taste it. It wasn't soon after that she felt light-headed, and a little dizzy. Minho had disappeared, and she was dancing by the fire with some of the gladers. One of the boys came closer, and he took her hand, dragging her to the edge of the glade, near the forest that they called the deadheads. "Where are you taking me?" She asked, her voice a little slurred. By now, she had drunk a few more cups of the weird liquid, and it tasted better and better every time. The boy didn't reply, he just stopped by the edge of the woods. He pushed her against the tree, and it was then she realised that he was trying to do. He mushed his lips against hers, and she tried to push him off. "Stop it! Geeroff!" Her voice slurred and the words wouldn't come out properly. The boy took her open mouth as an opportunity to stick his tongue in her mouth, while sliding a slimy hand up his top. "HELP!" She tried to call out, but she couldn't really talk. "Please stop." She whimpered, "Please stop."
Suddenly, the weight of his body was thrown off her, and she saw someone tackle him to the ground. Newt. "Newt! Don't hurt him!" She called, and he got up, leaving the guy bloody and beaten up on the ground. His motion, wasn't slowed, and his voice was clear when he replied, "Why not? He was hurting you!" She rolled her eyes, "You're cute." Then she giggled. "I like you Newty. I like you a lot." He paused, confusion flashed in his eyes. "You're drunk." He said, taking her arm. "Let's take you back to your room." It had been arranged that she would stay in Newt's room, as it probably wasn't too safe to sleep outside with some of the other gladers. It was clear the Alby trusted Newt with his life, and not to try anything with Lacey.
"Noooo! Newty, I'm having fun! She smirked, "Why don't you have fun with me?" then she started toying with the buttons on his shirt, un-doing one, and then another. Newt sighed, "We can't do this. I'm second in command. You're drunk. I need to take you to your room." She pouted, "Don't you mean our room?" he rolled his eyes.
They started to walk back to the homestead when she suddenly stopped, "Newty. I think I'm going to be sick." She started gagging, "Whoa! Steady there!" He supported her while she leaned over, and he held her long hair back. She had some sick round her mouth, and he couldn't bear to see her only clothes ruined, so he pulled off his already muddy shirt, and gave it to her to wipe her mouth with. "Thanks." She said, meekly. Then they continued to walk back to the homestead, him shirtless, her dragging his shirt in the grass.
When they finally reached the homestead, he guided her along the rickety corridor to their room. Alby and Newt had hung up a hammock for her earlier, but looking at her, Newt couldn't bear the idea of making her sleep in the suspended fabric. What if she fell out? In her condition, she would probably break a bone.
Newt soon realised that her current clothes were dirty and probably quite un-comfortable, and it didn't seem fair to let her sleep in them. She wouldn't have anything to wear in the morning. There was a big oversized boys top laid out for her, as well as a pair of baggy shorts. Newt wasn't sure how to go about the whole issue of her changing, but he knew that if her let her did it herself, she was still drunk enough to probably bang into his bed. So, he looked at her, and sighed, but at least feeling relieved that she wouldn't remember anything in the morning. He walked around her back, and pulled her top off, before grabbing the big top. "You have to take my bra off, you know." She giggled, "They're terribly un-comfortable." She sounded British, and Newt realised they were probably from the same country. "I'm not sure I can, Lacey." She smiled, though he couldn't see it. "Yes you can. Just grab it and pull it off. It's not hard." With slightly trembling hands, Newt grabbed the bottom of her bra, and pulled it off, being careful not to look too closely. He put the boy's shirt on her and made her sit down on the bed. He cautiously pulled her trousers off, and realised it probably wasn't the wisest idea to try and get her to wear the shorts. So he made her lie down, and tucked the duvet around her. She was asleep within minutes.