"He's just up here!" Samuel cried, his short legs carrying him as quickly as possible towards the ever looming forest, that even scared Gen a little. As they entered the forest, she slowed her pace to a steady jog and Samuel lead her further into it,

"How far up is he?" Stopping in his tracks, Samuel pointing just up ahead,

"Just over there. Minho said I couldn't come any closer." He said at that moment, Gen rolled her eyes, the more she had been told about how Samuel had even found Minho, the more she thought this was all some kind of foul trick. Moving forward, Gen sighed, she was in the forest now, so she may as well just deal with Minho now rather than later,

"Minho?" Calling out his name, Gen's eyes scanned the ahead area,

"Hey, Girly! Over here!" She heard Minho call sarcastically, picking up her pace, Gen's eyes fell onto the dark haired Runner himself laying on the ground, his chest rising and falling rapidly, "Well, you took your time didn't you? Meeting up with your other secret lover, Newt?" He asked. Gen ignored his comment, her eyes examining his body for any visible injuries,

"What the hell happened to you?" She exclaimed drawing closer to Minho, So... maybe he wasn't faking. She thought to herself, immediately feeling rather guilty at the doubt she had.

"Well," Minho began, slowly forcing himself to sit up, "There was a... flower." He muttered, "In the tree... I ah... wanted it and... kinda fell out of the tree."

"Are you kidding me?" Gen deadpanned, her eyes locked onto Minho who raised his eyebrow, looking down at his twig covered clothes,

"Do I look like I'm joking?" Gen shrugged, there were a million things she could have said at that moment, but she decided to keep her mouth shut,

"So where is this flower of yours?" She asked, Minho looked upward and following his gaze, Gen set her eyes onto a lovely red flower at least the size of her hand that was... rather high up in a tree; the tree Gen presumed to be the one Minho had fallen from due to the unfortunate fact that he was a shuck. "Okay, and what do you want me to do? Risk my safety and get you your pretty flower?" She asked. Minho looked around before he took a breath,

"Ah no." He retorted, "Help me up."

"There are at least ten other boys that are not only stronger than I am, but also closer and more likely to be less sceptical about the situation than me." She said, pursing her lips, "Oh! And there isn't a rule saying you can't be alone with them!" She added, placing her hands on her hips. Minho scoffed,

"Yeah well... I'm stubborn and proud and... oh look, you're already here." He replied sarcastically. Gen rolled her eyes but reluctantly stepped over to him, holding out her hand,

"If I get in trouble, I will end you." She hissed as Minho took her hand,

"I promise I won't tell Newt." He smirked, "I'd hate to get in between you two." Hauling him to his feet, Minho leant forward wrapping his arms around Gen and pulling her into a tight hug. Holding her arms out awkwardly, Gen cleared her throat,

"What are you doing?" She asked.

"My ankle hurts." Minho replied,

"So... you're just going to hug me until the pain stops?"

"Oh, trust me." Minho began, pulling back, his hands clutching her shoulders as he struggled to remained balanced on one leg, "I'm not thrilled to have to touch you either..."

"Shall I remind you about the ten other boys who you could have called? Or maybe even Samuel, the perfectly capable boy you sent to find me?" She reminded him much to Minho's disliking,

"Yeah well... I didn't want them seeing me like that." He grimaced. Gen gave him a soft smile,

"Alright tough guy. How about this, I'll get Clint and we'll just say you were running around The Glade, trying to keep your fitness up and you tripped? It's a better story than the flower one." She said, Minho gave a small nod,

"Okay." He nodded, "I'll stay here."

"Good idea." She replied condescendingly, helping him sit down against the tree trunk. As she turned away, she couldn't help but think about his original story and the red flower. Was it important? Turning back around to face Minho, Gen took a breath,

"Hey, Minho." She began. Minho raised his eyebrow at her,

"Hey, Gen."

"Why were you after the flower anyway?" She asked. At that moment, Minho looked away from her, crossing his arms over his chest similar to what that of a small child would do.

"I liked the colour." He replied,

"You're lying." She smirked. Minho looked back at her,

"Shouldn't you go and get Clint before Newt finds us together?"

"I'll go when you tell me what you were really doing here in the Deadheads." She said. She was persistent and that was something Minho would just have to deal with. Realising that she wasn't bluffing, Minho rolled his eyes,

"I thought it would have looked nice in your hair. I wanted to get you something to make up for the fact that Newt's mad at you because of me and yeah, that's pretty much it." He finished, "Are you happy now? Can you go get Clint?" Gen giggled softly and dare she say, she even slightly blushed,

"You know, an apology would have been just as good." Minho scoffed,

"I tried to do something nice, that's a good enough apology to me."

"But you didn't succeed in doing something nice." Gen pointed out.

"But, it's the thought that counts." Minho retorted with a broad smile that suggested that there was no point arguing the point any further.

"You're a shuck." She muttered,

"And you're also a shuck." Minho replied with the same broad smile. Groaning, Gen turned on her heel, and straight out of the Deadheads.

"Stupid shuck and his stupid flower." She mumbled as she stormed towards Med-Jack building. As she entered, she was surprised to find Jeff and Clint gathered around the shelves while Newt was in the corner, his eyes were staring straight ahead.

"Here you go, Newt." Clint said, handing Newt a small bottle of liquid, "Let me know if you need anything else." As he shoved the bottle into his pants pockets, Gen purposely, kicked her foot against the door, signalling to them that she was there. As each of their eyes focused on her, Gen regretted her decision to draw their attention in the first place and instead, kept her head down as she walked over to Clint, "What's the matter?" He asked, leaning forward, Gen whispered in Clint's ear,

"Minho's in the Deadheads, he was running and tripped over. I think it's his ankle again." Pulling back, Clint gave a small nod, before he looked to Jeff, pulling him over and whispering his message to Jeff who picked up a couple of different creams and bandages before heading out the door,

"What was that about?" Newt asked, looking between the pair. Clint smiled and it was times like this that Gen wished the guy could just take a hint and realise that when someone whispers something in your ear, it usually means that they don't want the other person to tell anyone else,

"Minho's in the Deadheads, tripped and hurt his ankle." He explained. Newt gave a soft nod, his eyes not once meeting with Gen's,

"Bloody hell." He muttered, "Someone should probably keep an eye on him for now on." Newt suggested as he stood up, his hand in his pocket, presumably clinging to the bottle Clint had given him. Moving towards him, Gen attempted to make eye-contact with him, but no matter what she did, Newt avoided her gaze, "Thanks Clint." He mumbled before he headed out the door, Gen close at his heels, "How long are you going to bloody follow me?' He asked, not looking at her. Gen was silent, thinking of something appropriate to say,

"However long it takes for you to actually talk to me." She replied,

"I spoke to you before, I asked you how long you're going to bloody follow me." He retorted, "You were with Minho in the Deadheads after I told you it was against the rules." He muttered, Running up behind him, she grabbed his sleeve, pulling Newt around to face her,

"I just want to be friends." She pleaded, her eyes locking with his. All she had wanted since she had first met Newt was to be his friend. He was the first person who saw potential in her and the last thing she wanted was to ruin that because of her stupid mistakes, "I know, I make stupid decisions and I've already broken the rules... but can I get a second chance?" She asked, "I just want to be friends... Please Newt?" Newt looked at her, his brow was furrowed, "Please." She repeated. Newt gave a small nod, his eyes falling to the ground,

"Alright. We're friends." He sighed. Gen smiled, letting go of his sleeve, she felt relieved that she was now friends with the person whom she was to be sharing a room with. Turning away from him, she was surprised to find that Newt spoke once more, "Ah, Gen?" Looking over her shoulder at him, she raised her eyebrow in question, "Would you like to join me for lunch? I don't think you've eaten all day." Smiling broadly, Gen nodded,

"Sure. I would love to."

A/N: So, what are your thoughts on this chapter! I love your feedback! Actually, the feedback through the reviews have actually given me so many ideas! So if there is anything you want to see happen in later chapters, send me a PM or just leave it in the comments! Thank you so much! 3