3rd Person POV

The next day Newt took Mae to carve her name in the stone wall. It looked harder than it seemed, but that might've been just because Mae had no muscle on her at all.

A month passed and Mae and Newt were as close as ever. They were together all the time and only a small handful of people knew why. She would even greet Newt when he came back from his runner duties with some sort of treat she baked that day for dinner.

Mae hadn't had many problems with any of the boys. She had been flirted with a few times, to which Alby saved her and scared the flirters away, but other than that, no one gave her a hard time.

Today a new greenie would be coming to the Glade. Mae was sort of relieved that she wouldn't be referred to as "Greenie" any longer.

Mae had already finished working on lunch so she took a short break. Her legs dangled over the tree that she was currently sitting on.

She was near the Deadheads, where they buried the remains of animals and the few Gladers that had died in the past two years.

It freaked her out to be this close to human remains, but it was the only place she could get some alone time. Living with thirty boys makes a girl need to get away.

She and Newt discovered that she could speak in his mind from all distances, as long as he wasn't in the maze. Somehow, it kept her from doing so.

It was quite an amusing to be able to say something to Newt around Minho and Newt start to laugh. Minho obviously doesn't know why he's laughing and glares at Mae jokingly. Mae just gives him an innocent smile before walking away.

Mae smiled at the thought. Minho has become one of her close friends along with Newt, Alby, and Fry. She was lucky to have them all as her friends.

She heard the blaring of the alarm, telling the gladers that the Creators were sending up a greenie along with supplies. Mae learned that they sent up supplies once a week and a greenie once a month.

Mae wanted to go greet the new greenie, but her break was almost over. No offense to the greenie, but she did not want to spend her last few minutes of peace with a bunch of boys.

She sat there for a few more moments before she heard one of the boys yelling with glee and amusement, "We got another runner!"

Mae peered over a few branches that were in her way. She then could clearly see a person running away from the box and towards the deadheads.

Towards her tree to be more exact.

She heard the sound of pounding feet and heavy pants for breath as the boy came near. He stopped and caught his breath, leaning up against a tree that was across from hers.

He looked completely petrified. He was maybe fifteen. His green eyes darted back and forth in fright. He had dusty brown hair that was cut short and a mole under his ear.

Mae could hear him talking to himself.

"Oh God, where am I? What's my name?" He began to pace. "What is this place?"

Mae looked at him, hoping not to cause any sounds as she slowly climbed down the tree.

"What's my name? I should know it. Why don't I know it?!" The boy began to shake. Mae has been there before. If he didn't calm down, he was going to pass out.

Not wanting to scare him, Mae softy touched his shoulder.

It didn't work.

The young boy panicked and shoved her onto the ground. Mae fell to the ground hard and the boy turned to look at her.

He stared at her, looking sorry for just a moment before the boy took off running again.

Mae laid there for a few moments, making sure she was okay to stand. Her back hurt but she didn't think it anything was broken. She was just going to be sore for a while she believed.

She sat up just as Alby came running over to her.

"You okay, Mae?" He asked, helping her up. "I saw him push you. It probably wasn't smart to go up to him."

Mae nodded.

"Go get checked out by the med-jacks. I'll go after the greenie." said Alby as he looked in the direction the kid went then back at her.

She shook her head. "I'm fine," she mouthed.

"If Newt found out that you got hurt and didn't go to Clint to get checked out, he'd kill me." Alby said.

Mae shrugged at this sudden information. Would he really do that?

"He cares about you Mae." Alby said softly. "So please go get checked out?"

With a defeated look, Mae nodded.

Alby smiled. "Good. Now I've got a greenie to catch."

She laughed at him and began to walk back to the infirmary.

Xxxxx

Wincing as Clint dabbed some alcohol on her back, Mae knew she was wrong when she thought her back was going to just be sore.

Turns out that a rock must've cut some skin open. The cuts weren't deep enough to bleed or anything but Clint had to clean and disinfect them because of the dirt.

"You'll be fine after a few days of no straining activity. Don't lift anything heavy up. Stuff like that. You have some ugly bruises on your back but they aren't anything to worry about." Clint informed her as he continued to clean at the small cuts.

She nodded and turned around to give him a grateful smile.

"It's no big deal. It's just my job." Clint told her.

She shrugged and tried not to think about the coolness of the alcohol stinging her back.

"There. All done-"

"Why the bloody hell are you in the infirmary?!" A British accented man cut off Clint.

Newt was having a pretty normal day, well, as normal as his day could be. He had walked into the Glade with a laughing Minho by his side. Everything felt pretty normal.

Except for one thing: Mae didn't greet him like she normally did when he got back.

He ran over to Alby who seemed to be talking to the new arrival.

"Hey Newt!" Alby greeted. "This is the new greenie, greenie, this is Newt, the second-in-command. He's in charge whenever I'm not available."

Newt gave the greenie a tight smile. "Welcome to the Glade." He turned back to Alby. "Have you seen Mae lately?"

Alby seemed to be keeping something from him. "Um, yes-"

"Great! Where is she?" Newt asked. His chocolate brown eyes gazed over the Glade, searching for the brunette.

"Well she's in the infirmary, but Newt-"

Newt didn't hear the rest of what he saying because he took off. Why was she in the infirmary? Is she seriously hurt? Did something bad happen to her?

He couldn't hear Clint talking due to the sound of his racing heart in his ears. But he saw him and ran into the room, asking, "Why the bloody hell are you in the infirmary?!"

Clint and Mae both jumped when Newt came storming in. Newt's eyes wondered to her back that had the bruises and angry cuts. He tightened his hands into fists at the sight.

Clint looked back and forth between the two. "I'll just take this as my cue to leave."

The Keeper of Med-jacks then walked out of the room, leaving the two alone.

Mae gave Newt a smile, to which he returned with a, "Who did that to you? Who do I need to kill?"

No one, Newt. Calm down. The greenie-

"That boy did that to you?" Newt asked, "And I was nice to him?! I'm going to kill that little-"

Newt. Just let me explain. Please?

Newt hesitated but nodded at the sound of desperation in her voice. She smiled and pulled him over to sit on the bed with him.

I was in the deadheads alone when he came running. He looked scared and I stupidly went from behind and grabbed his shoulder. He freaked and shoved me to the ground. Mae gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. It was all just an accident. Nothing to worry about.

Newt stared at her as she carefully pulled down a hoodie that wasn't hers. It was too big on her and the sleeves were longer than her arms.

After a moment he said, "Don't ever do something like that to me again."

Never again. She agreed. But don't you dare go and threaten that poor boy, Newt.

He pulled her into a hug. "We'll see."

Mae laughed and hugged him back. He was sweaty but Mae didn't mind.

"Love?"

Hmmm?

"Is that my hoodie you're wearing?"