The rest of the day was a blur to Mac.

At dinner Thomas told me and Chuck the events with Minho. It seemed like Thomas was in the action, or was the action all the time.

Later that day, Mac was about to go to sleep early, when Chuck and Thomas came in my room.

They looked like they were in a hurry.

"Come on, come on!" Chuck yelled excitingly. Bens not dead, he's being banished!"

What? I thought Thomas said that Alby put an arrow through his head.

The arrow missed the brain." Thomas said. The boy looked crushed, like he was the reason Ben was shot.

I got out of my bed and put my travel boots on.

Ha, it's not like I had any other pair, Mac said to herself.

Mac Chuck and Thomas jogged in silence to the big group of gladers packed in a tight circle around the east door.

We didn't get a second glance as our tiny group of three showed up to the door.

When the boy started to scream, I put a hand on Thomas's shoulder.

The look of hurt and guilt on Thomas's face looked like it may start ripping him to pieces. Starting from the inside.

Thomas put his other hand on top of mine, shedding some tears.

Poor Thomas, was all Mac could think of.

Everyone else appeared glum after the door closed, cutting Bens inhumane screams in half.

I stayed long after almost everyone left.

"That's what happened when you break the rules."

Alby muttered as he walked past me, torwards the homestead. Newt was the only one left, figiting with the pole, deep in thought.

"Hey... are you ok?"

"Do I bloody look ok to you?" Newt practically screamed to me.

As he started to tear up, I pulled him into a hug.

"Hey, it's ok."

Newt squeezed me like I was his own personal teddy bear.

"Everything's gone to buggin he'll lately. Wish you could see this place before."

Newt let go of me.

"Mac'ieI don't think I'm right in the head. I feel this strange way around you.. I can't bloody explain it.

Mac couldn't believe it. He felt the same way around me too?

"Newt? Did you get something like deja vu when you met me or Alby?"

"No, what are you buggin talking about?And did you hear what I said?" "Yes Newt, I think we were friends before the maze."

The boy smiled. "We can't tell anyone, the boys will think we're bonkin crazy."

I laughed at his wide variety of weird words from the British language. (No disrespect to the British language, I'm British btw)

"How's your arm?"

"It's better." He said, still figiting with it.

"I think it's time to change it."

That night I changed Newts bandage."Bloody hell, are you the wolverine of somethi'n? The scratch didn't look that bad last night."

"Yeah well, last night all you were looking at was me."

Mac enjoyed making people blush. It was fun.

Newt pov

She was right. Ever since Mac'ie came up the box hole, I couldn't take my shuck eyes off of her.

Newt had felt something so strong, he almost had to sit down. Of course, the boy didn't "remember her", but he felt like he had known this girl before.

Not to mention how brilliant she was. A bloody beautiful princess, Newt thought to himself.

For the first time since he was sent up in the box, Newt felt happiness, he felt a purpose for his life. He loved someone. And he had a feeling the girl in front of him felt the same way.

Even now he couldn't help staring. Her light blond/dark brown hair framed her face. There was a strand in front of her eye that I had to fight the urge not to tuck behind her ear.

Newt might of felt awkwardness for having these feelings and thoughts after knowing Mac for only two days, but he didn't.

It felt natural.

"Newt? Newt! I felt a sharp and quick flash of pain on my cheek.

"Stop staring at me, it's creepy." Mac said, still with a smile on her face." Sorry Mac'ie. You have lovely eyes."

Now it was her turn to blush. "Ok, well I'm done so...goodnight."

"Goodnight" I said, giving her a light peck on the cheek, and heading to my room.

Whoa... bloody helI, I did it again. It was like Newt was acting on some instinct, like he had been doing it for a long time.

That or he was just going slowly crazy, kissing a girl he had known only two days.Newt pushed all of this out of his mind, getting ready for the same nightmare that stole his sleep every night.