Stranded in a place surrounded by a gigantic maze with no memories-AND as the only girl of thirty other boys, I felt terribly alone and desolated. We cowered in corners for at least the week until one guy named Alby suddenly took charge. He divided us into groups. Each group had its own weird nickname and had its own assignments. I was part of 'Cooks', they were pretty much the people who prepared meals every single day.
One thing that ticked me off is when no one else helps me wash the dishes after every single meal. Thirty plates. Three times a day. There was a handy-dandy dishwasher right beside the sink that didn't work.
"Anyone up for the dishes today? Cause I ain't doing it," I announced.
No response.
I sighed exasperatedly. I hated this life, I was stuck with guys that were all jerks.
I waited half an hour. Still no one did the dishes; they didn't even seem to notice the large piles of plates and utensils in the sink, didn't give it a second glance. I was boiling in anger. I stomped to the kitchen and started doing to dishes, again. Halfway through, someone came into the kitchen.
"Hey, I can help you with that-if you want me to help, that is," a tall boy with blonde hair said to me. I looked at him with an evil eye.
"What?" I said angrily. "If you wanted to help that badly, then you should have came earlier. No-I don't need your help. You'd probably don't even know how to do the dishes anyways," I clenched my fists. "Go back to your selfish group of bo-" I accidently dropped a plate onto the floor and it shattered. "Grrrr." My anger gave me the impetus to start picking it up without thinking. The boy grabbed my wrist with so much strength it stunned me, I dropped the pieces I picked up.
"What are you thinking?" There was a flash of anger in his eyes. I didn't know what to say, I didn't even know what I was thinking either. I kept silent.
"Here, I'll get the dustpan and broom," the boy said and headed out the door. He turned around, "and don't you dare touch that with your bloody bare hands," and then he went out the door.
"Hmph." I looked at my palm, thankfully there wasn't any cuts.
He returned quickly and started to clean up the mess without any word. I was perplexed. No one had ever been this kind enough towards me. He threw the shards away.
"T-thanks…" I felt guilty for treating him so badly earlier. He smiled in response. Snapping out of my daze, I turned on the tap and continued washing the dishes. He silently came over and helped. "You don't have you help me," I said gently. But he ignored me.
A shock would spark in my chest each time we brushed hands. Why am I feeling this? Why am I falling for someone just because of this?
"Thanks for helping me-and sorry about temper earlier."
"Newt."
"Huh?"
"Name's Newt,"
"Oh, thanks, Newt."
Newt smiled and gently grabbed my face and pulled me closer to him. "My name is (y/n)," I whispered.
"I know that already." He smiled.
"Love me."
