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Sam POV

I'd been a Runner for over two weeks now. There weren't many of us, but we all cycled through and today was my day off. Thankfully, I hadn't made what seemed to be the final transition and lost all sense of table manners. Newt was practically the only other Runner who didn't eat like he thought someone was about to steal his dinner.

Speaking of, it was getting close to six. The Runners should be back soon. I glanced towards the entrance to the Maze. Right on cue, Minho ran through the Doors. I jogged over to meet him. It might've been my day off but I wanted to see if I could help, if he needed anything.

I watched as Minho collapsed against the wall and slid down to sit in the grass. I sat down in front of him, waiting for him to catch his breath. Seeing me, he pulled a notebook out of his bag and wrote down the path he'd taken, not wanting to go all the way to the Map Room when he could do it here and file it away later. After a few minutes or so, he looked up and shoved the notebook away.

"What's up, shank?" He greeted me. He coughed, still out of breath. I grinned.

"You o-k there?" I asked. "You're back kind of early." He nodded.

"Just rushed back to see you, Princess." Minho joked. "Besides, I finished my section early." I smiled, then stood and helped him up.

"Do you want to walk back for some water?" I offered. Minho shrugged and we started walking.

"I'm not taking you away from anything special, am I?" He checked. I shook my head.

"Or anyone special?" He emphasized. I raised an eyebrow. He winked.

"This again?" I groaned. "Look, do you want water or not?"

"Oh no, we're not doing that anymore." Minho decided, stopping. I stopped too, watching him carefully. I could feel my eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Why not?"

"We're not going anywhere until you confess your undying love." He declared, grinning. I almost burst out laughing.

"What, for you? Yeah, no chance of that happening." I practically scoffed. Change the subject. Change the subject. Change the subject. Minho glared at me.

"Not for me, you dumb shank." He rolled his eyes. "For Newt." I stared at him. I blinked.

"But he's not even here." Not a second later I realized I should have phrased that differently.

"I called it!" Minho exclaimed triumphantly.

"Called?" I frowned. Did he bet on this?

"You tell him or I will. I don't want to keep dealing with what I've been going through the last month."

"What you've been going though?" I responded. Minho batted his eyelashes at me.

"Oh, Newt, you're so funny and cute and British. Just get over here and kiss me already." He mocked. I glared at him angrily.

"Who's kissing who now?" A voice interrupted. Minho and I turned. Newt and Ben had just gotten back and had walked over to us. I froze.

"Uh...she lost a bet and won't pay up." Minho covered, smirking. Shit. No way in hell was I letting him bring that up. I hadn't told anyone my first kiss was technically Minho and no one needed to know that. Newt didn't need to know that.

"Don't you dare go there, that is the most ridiculous-"

"Awww, come on Sam. Don't be like that." Ben smirked. "A bet's a bet. Just kiss the shank, he can't be that bad."

"You haven't kissed him." I argued, scowling at Minho. Ben chuckled.

"Unfortunately."

"I'm sorry, and you have?" Newt asked, incredulous. I blanched.

"Well, I-"

"Oh, please." Minho interrupted. "That doesn't count, it wasn't even on the lips! Come to think of it, considering you didn't do it the first time I'd say you owe me double!"

I gritted my teeth. I felt like he was trying to help, but this had to be the worst possible way for him to go about doing it. Especially considering that was a lie.

"Do you make deals like this often?" Newt frowned, watching me for an answer.

"What was it about?" Ben questioned.

"Now, hang on-" Newt tried again.

"What was what about?" Minho asked, purposely ignoring him.

"The bet, shank." Ben stated obviously. Minho blinked.

"Uh..."

"He bet he would get back here before me and I forgot it was my day off." I told them, jumping in.

"And you didn't know it was her day off? Newt asked Minho, confused. "You're usually running partners." I blinked. Minho answered.

"I-I forgot. But look, if she didn't leave the Glade then she didn't come back either. Therefore, today I got back first." He insisted.

"But if Sam didn't leave, then she didn't need to come back because she was here all day." Newt protested. "So she wins. So she doesn't have to kiss you. What did you have to do if you lost?"

"Um..."

"No, wait." Ben started. "Who was first yesterday? Because if Sam was last yesterday and you didn't clarify then technically she got here before-"

"No, she would have needed to be first yesterday. Please tell you were first yesterday." Newt looked at me. Ben frowned.

"No, because what I'm saying is if she was last then she was before Minho today. If Minho was after her yesterday, then he would have gone twice in a row and-"

"But that doesn't make any se-"

"You know what?" Minho announced, frustrated. "I give up." He looked at me.

"Thank you!" I glared at Minho. He probably couldn't tell I was being sarcastic, but it's the thought that counts.

"I'm just gonna let you off easy." Minho went on. "On one condition." God damn it.

"You have to kiss someone else. That seems fair, right?" He smirked. He's smug. Too smug for someone who doesn't have ulterior motives. If this is going where I think it's going, I'm gonna to murder him.

"How the hell does that translate?" I demanded. Minho frowned.

"How does that what?" He asked, cringing.

"Translate." Newt supplied casually. I flinched. Ben and Minho looked at Newt, grinning. They wouldn't. Glancing between the three of them, I bit my lip. They would, wouldn't they? Newt's eyebrows furrowed, confusion written on his face. It was actually kind of ador-wait, Minho wasn't going to-

"Why are you looking at-oh, don't put that on her. I'm not going to do that. She clearly doesn't want-" Newt was cut off before he could finish his protest.

"Well, it's not gonna be me." Ben interjected. "I'm gay."

"There you go. Kiss Newt." Minho said smugly. "Wait, what?"

"Dude," Ben frowned. "I told you like last week that I had crush on-"

"Oh, right." Minho nodded. "Anyways, do it!" He grabbed both of our arms and pulled the two of us closer together until we were practically touching.

"She doesn't fancy me, I'm not making her do that." Newt repeated. "And she doesn't have to kiss anyone if she doesn't want to, so stop being a prick about it."

God, why did he have to be so nice? Well, to me, that is. And cute, and funny, and considerate, and...oh, I'm so screwed. I bit my lip, watching the others. I definitely would've had some choice words but Newt and I were to close for me to sign anything. I would've hit him.

"Well, how do you know she isn't crushing on you?" Minho insisted, trying to convince him. He let go of us and crossed his arms. "It's probably a secret. I was the only one who knew that Ben has a crush on-"

"Wait, was?" Ben cut in. "Who did you tell?"

"Even if she does have some sort of secret crush, Sam's had every bloody opportunity to-"

"What, opportunities are the problem? Here's another one! And I didn't tell anyone, Ben! You told me not to and I don't have a reason to tell anyone because it's on-"

"We can't keep talking about her like she's not right in front of us! No one's even asked her what she-"

"You brag about everything, Minho! What was I supposed to think when you said-"

"Not about that, I wouldn't! And maybe if you'd just-"

"Stop it!" Newt yelled. I winced at the volume. The three of us stared at him. Uncomfortable with all the shouting, I'd taken a step back so I'd be out of the way if it escalated. Seeing the break in their argument as his chance, Minho shoved me back towards Newt and I nearly collided with him. Newt placed his hands on my shoulders, steadying both of us. Newt glared at Minho. Ben, at least, had the decency to look concerned. But for who, I didn't know.

"Alright you know what, I'm gonna put a stop to this right now." Newt interjected. He took a deep breath. "Sam does not have any interest me. Here, if that doesn't bloody work for you then I'll prove it."

He moved his hands to my waist and pulled me forward into a bruising kiss. It was sudden and passionate, and I was completely frozen. I could feel Ben and Minho staring at us but I couldn't have cared less because-

"See." Newt pulled back. He looked sad. "I told you."

"You got your bloody kiss, now leave her alone." Then he walked off. And I was still frozen, breathless from the kiss.

"Don't just stand there! Go get him, girl!" Minho pushed me towards Newt and I almost fell over. Then I regained my balance and jogged after Newt. I pulled on his arm, wanting him to turn around so I could talk to him. He turned around but stepped back, letting my hand drop from his arm.

"Look I'm sorry, alright?" Newt managed, running a hand through his hair. "That was stupid, and impulsive, and I don't know what I was thinking. We can just forget the whole thing if that's what you want."

There was a moment where it was quiet. I didn't know what to say. He waited, watching for my response, and I chose my words carefully.

"Is that what you want?" I asked. He pursed his lips.

"What I...no." Newt decided. "No, I've...I've been wanting to do that for ages, love. I'll admit, I had envisioned it to be under different circumstan-"

Then I pulled him down by his shirt and kissed him. After a moment he responded, pulling me closer by placing his hands on my hips. Just as passionate as the first, and it was over far too quickly. We separated, our breathing uneven. He smiled breathlessly, relief flooding his features, and tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear.

"As I was saying." Newt grinned, wrapping his arms back around my waist. "You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that."

"I can't believe they basically forgot we're still over here." Minho remarked. "Seriously, they didn't even walk that far, it's not like they're...secluded."

"We should go to dinner." Ben muttered. He was starting to feel kind of creepy. Minho shrugged.

"Probably." The other boy replied. Ben raised an eyebrow.

"But we're not going to."

"Oh, no. Definitely not." Minho stated. "I've had to watch those stupid shanks make eyes at each other for forever. I'm taking the time to admire my work, thank you." There were a few seconds of quiet before Ben broke the silence.

"You weren't really going to tell them, were you?" He asked. Minho shook his head.

"Nah." He assured him. "And you'll find someone who's actually gay eventually, there's no way it's just you. Besides, I'd be willing to bet everyone's had a crush on me at some point. I'm irresistible."

"Obviously. Oh, they noticed us."

"What?"

"They're looking at us. They're definitely looking at us."

"Go!" Minho yelled. He raced off to dinner, Ben running just behind him.