Moving towards where the builders were scheduled to have lunch, Gen felt rather uneasy at having to be around Gally. Since the Fight Circle incident, he had refused to speak to her and addressed her with huffs and her personal favourite, the 'I'm better than you' look- Gally edition. Gen would have loved to become friends with the builder, but it just seemed like too much trouble and the last things she needed was a rumour that she and Gally had something going on. In fact, if those rumours about her and Minho and her and Newt and whoever else she seemed to talk to, would just stop altogether, that would be excellent. Pulling at Newt's sleeve, Gen moved beside him, causing him to turn his head to look at her with a slight frown,
"Can we go somewhere else?" Gen asked, her eyes pleading Newt. As Newt was about to open his mouth, he was cut off by a familiar voice,
"I see you brought a guest, Newt." Gally said as Gen quickly moved away from Newt and made there way over to where at least six boys were sitting in a circle having lunch,
"Always a pleasure, Gally." Gen smiled as they stopped only a metre from the group. Gally narrowed his eyes slightly, looking her up and down- the Gally edition at it's finest.
"There's a rumour going around about you." He smirked, "Would you like to know what it is?" he asked, tilting his head. Gen smiled, taking a step towards the muscular teen only to have her wrist grabbed by Newt, something that was becoming more and more regular as they spent more time together.
"Only if I can tell you the ones about you." She retorted with a smile. The boys who were clearly supporters of Gally and his not so sharp wit, all turned to look at him, egging him on to say whatever nasty things they had come up with about her,
"Gally. Enough." Newt snapped before he could open his mouth to speak. Gally stared at Newt with a large amount of disliking in his eyes,
"They're about you too, Newt." He said, "looks like you're not as 'law abiding' as you like to think you are." He smirked,
"Just like you." Newt replied coldly, "Anyway, the only reason you're so bloody sour is because Gen lasted longer in your precious circle than what you wanted her to." He snapped before turning around, tugging Gen along with him, "Enjoy your lunch."
"What are the rumours Gally's talking about?" Gen asked as Newt continued to lead her away from the boys who were all wolf-whistling as they left,
"They're stupid." He replied,
"What are they?" Sighing, Newt stopped, letting go of her hand and instead moving to pick up a plate of food,
"They're stupid bloody rumours, that's it." He said before he started walking again, "We'll eat elsewhere." Gen sighed, she was growing tired of these rumours and all the drama despite it only being a couple of days since she had arrived in the Glade. Offering her the plate, Gen took an apple, taking a bite out of it,
"You're a fan of apples?" He asked, Gen raised her eyebrow at him,
"Yeah, they're my favourite." She said, taking another bite. Newt smirked, looking ahead,
"Sure thing. You can have your bloody apples then." After swallowing the second bite, Gen shoved him lightly,
"What's that meant to mean?' She asked. Newt smiled,
"What? I don't like apples."
"How can you not like apples?" She exclaimed, "That's like saying you don't like the rain." She muttered. There was a silence as Newt awkwardly looked away from her,
"You don't like the rain?" She exclaimed once more. Newt held his palms up in front of him,
"It just wets me and makes my leg hurt." He replied, "What good is it?"
"Have you any idea what rain smells like?" Gen asked. Newt laughed,
"You're basing your bloody argument on how the rain smells?" Newt asked,
"Sometimes, it's the small things that makes something beautiful." Gen replied. "Just like the Glade. Sure it's a prison and we're trapped here, but it's the people here that makes it better. Makes it beautiful." Looking at her, Newt smiled,
"How can someone find good in everything?" He asked, Gen tilted her head,
"What do you mean?"
"Let's do a test then, I'll say someone's name and you tell me what you think of them." Newt said. Gen smiled as he faced her, still holding the plate in his hands,
"Alby."
"A strong leader who cares about everyone in the Glade and stays strong despite his loss. He's an inspiration to the others and to me." She smiled. Newt grinned, somewhat amused at her answer,
"Alright then... What about Clint?" Gen took a breath,
"He's... a little shy and he needs to learn to stand up to Gally and Minho, but he's sweet and has a good heart which is why he's such a good Med-Jack." Newt's smile faded slightly as the next name escaped his lips,
"Minho."
"He's... a little rough around the edges, he likes to make other people think he's this tough guy who doesn't need anyone. I think Minho's just a little lonely."
"How can he be lonely when he's surrounded by people everyday?" Newt asked raising his eyebrow,
"He just needs someone who he can be himself around. Someone who can see and accept his caring side as well as his tough, bad boy side, I guess." She shrugged, trying to make her tone sound as nonchalant as possible,
"Newt." Gen laughed lightly, earning a small smile from Newt, "You gonna answer or just bloody laugh?" Taking a breath, Gen calmed herself before she looked down at her feet,
"Newt? Hmmm, that's a tough one." She began, her eyes flicking back up to meet his, "Newt is the one of the sweetest, most caring people in The Glade. Sure, he can be a bit of a shuck, but everything he does, he does to protect someone he cares about. He's considered to be a bit of an outcast at time, even though he has no quarrels with anyone. He is selfless and can be funny sometimes."
"Sometimes?" Newt gasped, "Only bloody sometimes?" Gen laughed,
"You wanted my opinion, I gave it." Stuffing a piece of pork into his mouth, Newt started walking again, heading towards their shared room,
"Alright, I have one more name. One more name and then you will have officially proved my bloody point." He smirked. Gen looked at him,
"Go for it."
"Gally." Pausing, Gen frowned, sure, he didn't like her, but she was certain there was some good in him. No- the truth was...
"He's just a plain shuck." Gen announced causing Newt to burst into fits of laughter,
"Thanks for not proving my bloody point." He laughed. Gen smiled, she enjoyed being friends with Newt, it made things so much easier. Up ahead, Gen squinted at the figure that was running towards her,
"Is that Jeff?" She asked, looking to Newt who followed her gaze,
"Yeah," He nodded, "I think it is." As Jeff drew closer, Gen's stomach turned as she saw what was in his hand,
"Hey Gen!" He smiled broadly as he drew closer, "Hey Newt."
"Hey there... what's going on?" Gen asked, her eyes flicking between him and what was in his hand.
"Clint just wanted me to give you this. He said you'd understand." Jeff said, holding his hand out. Newt frowned in confusion as Gen picked it up carefully, her eyes examining it before she looked back to Jeff,
"Tell Clint I said thank you." She said. Jeff gave a soft nod before he ran back in the direction he came from,
"That's pretty..." Newt mumbled, looking over Gen's shoulder at the perfectly, red flower she held in her hands.
"So it is."
