Hey guys, are you mad? Yeah, you should be… wasn't chapter 5 the worst? Know! Sorry I couldn't update for a few days, we had camp. Hope you like it and I luv ya guys. Keep reading and dying on the inside!

"How do you become a runner?" I asked. Minho just smiled and chuckled. "No, seriously." Suddenly, Minho's smile vanished. "Your low on runners and I'm one of the strongest in the Glade." Minho seemed to consider the thought.

"After the night you beat up Gally, you've got the strength, after falling 15 feet off the ground, you got the gut, after talking back to me, you got the sass. All you need know is the speed. If your up to the job, I'll put a vote in," Minho said. It was my turn to smile, I loved running.

"Tomorrow morning, I'll have my trials," I said.

"Deal." I smiled, and yawned. I was about to make my way back to the hut when I remembered, Newt was there. I couldn't bear it: to be close, yet not close enough. I ran up to Thomas.

"Mind if I crash with you today?" I asked him.

"Sure, but I thought you shared the hut with Newt. I don't even have a bed," he said.

"I'll use a sleeping bag so you can sleep in the hammock," I offered. In need this desperately. "Please?" Thomas smiled and nodded.

Soon, I was snuggled up in a sleeping bag next to Thomas's hammock.

"What happened?"Thomas suddenly asked.

"Huh?"

"What happened between you and Newt?" he asked.

"Nothing," I replied, trying to keep my voice level.

"I know something happened, I can tell," he said, apparently not convinced. I looked at him, tears glistening in my eyes. "I won't tell anyone," he added to reassure me. Slowly, I retold every event that had occurred at the creek. Tears cascaded down my cheeks. I let them. I could trust Thomas with my feelings. I told him about how much I loved Newt, and how he probably didn't. In the end, Thomas pulled me into a hug. He did the best thing anyone could, he kept quiet. Finally, I let my tears put me to sleep and grief explore my nightmares.

Next morning…

I woke up and got dressed, still depressed from yesterday. Then I remembered that my trials were today. At least that would get my mind off Newt… partially. I smiled a faux smile on my face and walked out of the cabin, grabbing a sandwich from the Frypan and heading to the north entrance where Minho was waiting. He nodded when I arrived.

"First thing's first, do you have any injuries or failings that can stop you from running?" he asked. I shook my head. "Good," he said. He lead me to the front of the hall where there was a white line.

"First one to get back here after 10 laps wins," he announced. I nodded. "Ready, steady…"

"Go!" I shouted as I started sprinting across the Glade. Minho was so close to me, it was hard to decide who was winning. Finally, around the third quarter of the ninth lap, Minho slowed slightly. I took the chance and sprinted ahead. I was so close, just a few more meters. Suddenly Winston placed a crate directly in front of me. I tried to jump and avoid it, but my foot got stuck. I fell on the ground in a crouch. By the time I had recovered, Minho was already done. I jogged the rest of the way.

"NO fair," I said, panting. He smirked.

"Your fault. The maze isn't going remove any rocks from the path so you don't trip and you can't exactly tell a Griever to wait for a moment because you fell." I frowned. I was doing so well until Winston placed that crate in front of me. My clumsy act must have diminished any chance of me becoming a runner.

"But," he continued, "you are one of the fastest people I have ever met. Obviously, I am still invincible, but you're a pretty close second," he said. I beamed. Was Minho, the sass queen (king), seriously acknowledging my skills? Awesome! I mentally high-fived myself.

For the rest of the day, I walked about or stayed in Thomas's place, avoiding Newt at all costs. Finally, when the runners returned, I found Minho. I walked up to him. He was panting and more tired than usual. He nodded to acknowledge my presence.

"Tired?" I asked. He just looked up and gave me the "srsly?" look. I rolled my eyes. "Here, let's go get you something to eat," I said, offering my hand to him. He took it and got up. Soon, we were on our way to the Frypan, Minho telling me what he did that day. To him, every new turn and pattern was fascinating, but to my ears, all he said was "I ran".

Newt's POV

I so badly wanted to talk to Netty… to kiss her. All I thought about was that evening… her beautiful face so close to mine. But I had to let her go, she obviously didn't like me. If she did, she would've at least shown some sort of emotion when I turned away. She probably didn't even realise. I sighed, I had to accept it, although my heart was still screaming her name.

Suddenly, my attention broke from a slight voice beside me, I turned around to see Netty beside me.

"Can I go get my stuff from your cabin?" she squeaked. Netty was seriously asking? She probably hated me more than I had thought. I just nodded, not able to bring my cracked voice out. The day went on, Netanya completely nowhere to be seen. That night, as I slept, all I could see was Netty's face.

Netanya's POV

I woke up with a jolt. Thomas was shaking me awake, trying to signal silence by putting a finger on his lips. I nodded. Thomas led me out of the Homestead and to the North entrance. There, I saw Alby, getting ready for the maze.

"Hey, Alby," I shouted. He turned around to look at me as I approached him. "You're not a runner, are you?" I asked. He shook his head. "Then why are you going in?" He sighed.

"They found a dead Griever. I need to see it," he said. Everyone looked surprised at that.

"So?" I asked.

"In all the years we have been in the Glade, no one has ever found a dead Griever." I stared at him for a moment.

"Let me come," I said. He shook his head. "Tell him Minho," I said, seeing help from Minho. At first, Minho just stood there but then he started talking.

"She is one the best I have ever seen," Minho said. Alby shook his head again.

"Not this time, kid. Maybe after we're back," he said. I sighed. It was no use. For the rest of the day, I kept with Thomas who respected my choices and avoided Newt.

Finally, it was time for Minho and Alby to arrive. Everyone waited in apprehension. They still weren't back. I waited, suddenly, two shadows appeared at the corner. I let out a breath of relief. But I was launched into a panic attack when I saw Minho carrying an unconscious Alby. Suddenly, the grinding sound of the door about to close started. Everyone started screaming. Telling Minho to put ALby down and run. Tere were only seconds left.

You're fast, you're fast, I told myself. I could grab Minho and make it back before the doors closed, right? Suddenly, I sprinted ahead, sliding through the little space. I grabbed Minho's wrist. There was only a wedge left to the doors. We wouldn't make, it, it was already too small. As I ran back to the barely-open doors, Thomas slid through. The doors closed with a BANG! For a moment, I was just stunned and then Minho spoke.

"Congratulations, you just got yourself killed." We all stood there in silence. This couldn't be real!

"What will we do?" I asked. Minho shrugged.

"Wait to die, I guess," Minho replied. Suddenly, a sudden anger course through me. The shank was acting as if we had no choice. Just because no one had ever survived in the maze before, didn' mean we couldn't.

"Get up!" I shouted. Minho looked up surprised but kept still.

"I said get up, you shank!" I repeated. When he didn't budge I stomped towards to him and before I knew what I was about to do, I slapped him. Right there, square in the cheek. For a moment he was just shocked but then slowly a smile appeared. Small, but it was definitely there.

"You are a special kind of stubborn, Netanya," he said.

"We have to try to stay alive at least," I said. Thomas nodded in agreement. Together, we picked Alby up and wandered through the maze.

Newt's POV

I stood there for a moment. This couldn't be real! Netty couldn't be gone. I collapsed to the ground. Voices from around me blurred through my head, but all I could think about was her face. She's not gone, I told myself. So I waited, waited for as long as she needed.