I stepped out of the shower, my hair was still dripping and my body was cold from the exposure. Gosh! We need warm water! I throw my clothes on quickly and shiver as I hurry back to my room. It had been a few days since I had began a search for a name, I now had six names that I enjoyed: Lea, Alina, Elyce, Trista, Ciara, and Delia.

Delia is pretty, but is it me? Does Lea really capture who I am? Would my parents like it? Would they have chosen it for me?

I saw a boy standing in front of my door, but the light was weak and I couldn't quite make him out.

"Hello?," I called as I approached.

"Hey, thought I missed you for a second," a beautiful accent said as the figure turned. Wow Newt looks a lot taller at night.

"Newt? What are you doing here?," I stop a few steps before him.

"Well," he rubbed his neck. "I've been thinking about it and I decided I should take you up on your offer."

"My offer?"

"Yeah, to run the Glade," he smiled.

"Oh? Oh yeah. Really?"

"Yeah, I think it'll be good. You seem to enjoy it."

I nod," I'm just gonna drop off my stuff first."

"Sure, I'll wait here," he shifts to the balls of his feet. I walk past him into my room and set my down on my hammock. It's okay, just stay cool. Calm... I take a deep breath, collected. "You ready?," he call from outside and my heart jumps. Stop it! Stay calm. I go back outside and he's there, pulling his arm to stretch it out. "So how do you normally do this? I mean I've seen you run before... but not like watch you, I've just seen it. I mean anyone could see you, you run around the Glade and all...," he stop and looks down at his shoes.

I small for a second," Uhm... I usually just run towards the Deadhead, then just follow the wall."

"Want to race?!," he asks mischievously.

"Race?"

"Yeah, race!"

"Wait, you want to race?! Like for real?"

"Yeah, why? Think you're faster then me?!," He chuckled cockily.

Of course I am! "Well, I mean, I have running laps for a while now."

"You are talking to a former Runner. I used to do this everyday."

"Yeah, used to," I say with sass. "I do this everyday currently."

"Well, we'll just have to see who's quicker."

"I guess so...," I smirk until he stands beside me then I hold my breath, his shoulder brushes my arm as he bends to the ground and I feel a zap of electricity. He smells like pine and fresh soil, I bet it's from working in the Garden all day. I inhale deeply as he draws a line in the dirt with his finger.

"Okay, so we start here," he points to the line with his foot. "First one back here wins."

"Well, what am I going to get when I win?," I asked since I was certain to win.

"I don't know, but when I win I get to dance around and tell everyone that I'm faster than you."

"Okay, if I win, you owe me a favor," I grin.

"A favor?," he pops his eyebrow.

"Anything I want, you have to do, any favor."

A smile spreads across his face. "I like that. That's what I want when I win too."

"Good luck with that."

"It's all about skill."

"Ready?," I put my right foot up to the line and draw my left leg back.

"Always," he crouched down, bouncing from foot to foot.

I wait a second to let the suspense grow and put him off his game. "GO!" I bolted towards the Deadhead, my legs pumping as fast as they could my eyes focused on the Deadhead. I enter the treeline but Newt catches the corner of my eye. How is he keeping up with me!? I try to run faster but I'm going as hard as I can. He moves in front of me as my I try to run harder, but I'm at full speed, he starts getting further, making me feel like I'm running slower. How the hell is he so fast!? He turns the corner, and we make our way towards the Bloodhouse. Newt weaves through the trees easily, pulling further ahead! NO WAY! How the hell is he so quick!?

A glimmer of hope shines through as Newt trips of a root an oak tree, a mistake I had made plenty of times before. I could still take the the lead. I pump my legs as Newt lays in shock or maybe it's pain, either one keeps him on the ground. I leap over him gracefully and land with a thud, wasting no time to straighten out and run ahead. I hear Newt rustle the leaves, scrambling to get up but now I have created some space between us. I clear the treeline, pass the map room, and race towards the animal pens, I can do this! I can do this!

I round the second corner, Halfway there, I scream to myself. The Garden is in sight, but my legs are started to protest being in overdrive, maybe I can slow down? I near the East door to the maze and glance over my shoulder. Newt is maybe 6 yards behind me, I yelp and push harder. You can do this! You can do this! We enter the gardens, but I take a sharp left to cut threw the rows of corn.

"HEY!," I hear Newt shout, but all I do is giggle and run faster. I can see the Homestead, it looks so close, but not close enough. My legs are screaming, Wow, I really don't run around the Glade? I am not prepared for this. Don't give up yet...so close. I can hear Newt behind me, he's so close that he could probably tackle me and take the win for himself. I feel my calves shut down and I know I'm going slower thank I should be, I try to improvise by taking longer slower strides instead of short quicker ones. I can see my hut, then I see the finish line, Almost there... So close. AAANNNDDD... I dash over the finish line, I WIN!

I slow my stride and turn around and Newt is hunched over, breathing heavily a few feet short of the finish line. I try to steady my breathing, but heart is beating a mile a minute and I can't stop my adrenaline from flowing.

"WHOOO!," I throw my hands up and scream, my lungs are on fire but I didn't care. I won! I won! I won!

Newt doesn't move, he stays in his spot gasping for air, I need some water... I move towards my hut as my my leg muscles ache. I grab my jug from the cubby and drink over half. When I go back outside, Newt is breathing a little easier, but it's still ragged. I hand him my water jug without a word and he eagerly drinks the rest.

"Thanks," he says between breaths as he hands it back.

I grab my side, it feel tender and slightly painful," I won," I smile.

Newt takes a minute before standing up, he wince before replying," Yeah, you're the winner," he tries to smile, but it turns to a grimace.

"Are you alright?," I feel scared by his actions.

"Oh yeah, I'm fine," he faces scrunches with pain. "I guess I'm just out of shape," he tries to take a step and his right leg nearly collapses under him. I dive to catch him but he catches himself in time.

"Oh my god. Should I get Clint and Jeff?," panic stiffens my voice.

"No, no, no. I'm fine. Just... just some pain. Bloody hell it hurts!," he squeezes his eyes shut.

I duck under his right arm and wrap an arm around his back," Let's sit down," I help him into my room and sit him on the middle hammock.

"Bloody... Slinthead," he says through gritted teeth as I pull away from him to give him space. ME?! Newt turns to me and sees my expression," Not you," he clarifies. "Me. I'm the Slinthead."

I kneel down in front of him, He's clutching his right thigh, so it must be the right leg that hurts. "What happened?," I look up to him.

He groans," Just an old injury acting up..." Old injury?

"What happened?"

Newt takes a deep breath, trying to talk through his pain. "I broke both of my legs, this one here didn't heal properly..."

Oh god... when Newt jumped off the maze wall.

"When you tripped in the Deadhead...," I said aloud, tying it all together.

"Yeah," he grunts. "Surprised I made it all the way round..."

"Oh no! I'm going to get Clint!," I stand up by Newt grabs my wrist.

"No!," his eyes are large and frightened, but they quickly faze back to their deep cocoa brown. "Please, don't. I don't want to worry the other lads," he admits. He lets go of my wrist and uses his hands to scoot over in the hammock. "It's starting to feel better, I just need some time."

I step back and sit on my own hammock, I can't believe this. I celebrated when he fell. I'm so terrible! He could be really hurt and I didn't even care. I should get Clint, he looks like he's in so much pain.

"Can I do anything to help?," I sit on my hands, feeling anxious and unprepared.

"Yeah, uhm, just talk to me about something else. Anything really," he starts to massage his outer thigh while grimacing with agony.

"Uhm...," I rack my brain to think of something. "Uhm.. well... uhhh... Yesterday! Yeah, yesterday in the kitchen, Siggy told me to go boil some water and when I went to go get it, I forgot my protective glove and almost burned my hand," I laugh, but's fake and sounds like plastic wrapping.

"Woah, sounds exciting," Newt tries to sound normal but I know his leg is killing him.

"I was lucky Siggy was there to stop me or else I would have been back in the Med hut... again. I'm there so often."

"You did use to live there, to be fair," he give a small genuine smile.

"That's true," I pull my hands out and brush the hair behind my ears, it's still damp but dryer than it normally would be.

"What about today, anything fun?"

I chuckle, " Not really. I worked in the kitchen, we made stuffed cabbage , then I came back here and took a nap before taking a shower. After my shower I was thinking about my new name, and finally I run into you, here. That was my day."

"New name?" He sounds surprised? We've talked about it before. He even thought of girls name, I remember fondly.

"Ohh," I felt a rush of blood to my entire face, not just the cheeks. "Yeah, I've just been thinking about if I should give myself a name since it doesn't seem like I'll ever get one," I watch my feet dangle from the hammock.

"So, you really want to pick your own name?" Does he think that it's a bad idea?

"I mean, I guess so... Doesn't seem like I'm going to get a name any other way and I'm so sick of being called Greenie, especially since Lee... I have a few that I like," I stroke the ends of my hair, but I don't look up to Newt.

We sit for a minute, my head feels heavy. Does he think it's stupid? Should I wait to pick a name? I know mine is never coming, so I'm just putting off the inevitable.

"I think that whatever you chose will be beautiful."

I stop stroking my hair and my lungs forget to breath. Beautiful... I look up slowly to Newt who, I realize, is almost right in front of me.

"Beautiful?," I repeat softly.

Newt look at me with his stunning eyes, the color of the earth after a morning rain. They weren't just looking at me, it seemed his was looking through me, to my core and that he was happy to be there. His gaze never faltered, like he didn't want to look away even if he could, like I was hypnotizing him to watch my every move.

"Absolutely," he says in a voice above a whisper. "A name always matches the person."

I suck in breath, oh god... My head was fuzzy and I was starting to see stars as he leans towards me. Is this happening... Is this real? I feel myself push forward too, my eyes slowly drift shut. Oh god!