Chapter 2

Newt sighed and stepped away from me to go to the bed next to the wall. He sat down and motioned for me to do the same but I stayed standing as I waited for him to make the first move. I was still angry he had accused me of killing the boy but somewhere inside of me, I knew that the other boys in the Glade were probably thinking the same thing. All of them where confused and wanted answers.

"I'm sorry." Newt said, breaking the silence.

I nodded my head once but didn't say anything still.

"Willow, you have to think of it from my point of view, your the first girl here ever and you came up with a dead guy next to you. Think of how confused all of us are. None of us know why you were sent here or why that guy was sent with you. And then you ran away from me when I asked if you killed that guy, I was worried about you." Newt said

Newt looked like he wanted to say more but I stopped him by speaking over him.

"Okay then, how about you think about it from my point of view. I wake up in a box not knowing anything about how I got there or who I am and then it starts moving and I think I'm about to die. Imagine how I felt when that box stops and I see dozens of boys staring at me like I'm a freak. How scared I was when I saw the dead body of a boy I can't remember lying next to me and then being hit with an unbelievable pain in my head that felt like someone was continuously stabbing me. I couldn't remember anything about myself and yet I somehow thought I recognised you. I thought I could trust you but then you say you think I was responsible for that boys death. Why don't you try thinking about it from my point of view for a second and then tell me that I was wrong for running away from you." I said

I didn't realise I had started crying until I felt the wet tears running down my cheeks. Newt sat stunned into silence with no idea how to respond after hearing all of that and I couldn't blame him. I hadn't meant to say that much but it just slipped out of my mouth and wouldn't stop.

Newt stood up from where he was sitting and embraced me in another hug and this time I didn't object. I melted in his arms and let him hold me as the sobs escaped my lips and more tears spilled from my eyes. Subconsciously, I started clinging onto Newt like a lifeline and let him rub my back soothingly as I cried into his shoulder. My anger was long gone and I just wanted some answers.

"I'm sorry Willow." He whispered

I let out another strangled sob and he continued to apologise over and over again.

"I didn't realise how scary that must have been for you." He said

As Newt held me in his arms, I slowly felt myself drift into sleep and realised I was somewhat comfortable around this blonde boy with the strange accent even though I didn't know a lot about him.

Newt POV

The second I saw Willow I felt like I knew her. She had gorgeous green eyes and a few streaks of dark blue in her brown hair here and there. She seemed like such a nice girl which made me more confused when I saw the dead body next to her in the box. Anyone could tell from the scream that escaped her lips that she hadn't seen the body before but still, Alby insisted I question her. As far as I was concerned she was just like every other greenie to come up in the box but somehow I knew that the creators had put her in the Glade for a reason.

After she had stormed out of the Homestead I had wanted to follow her but Alby had gotten to me first and told me that I had to wait for her to come to me. He doesn't fully trust her and neither do some of the Gladers. Its mostly Gally that has a problem with her but he has a problem with most people so we don't really think that much is different. I was told that Chuck had shown Willow around the Glade a bit and everyone trusted Chuck so we guessed she would be safe.

There would be a gathering tomorrow morning where the keepers will be deciding what to do with Willow and why she was here. I knew Gally would probably want her in the slammer but I doubted the rest of the keepers would want her in there, especially Minho. He would want to spend as much time with her as possible just for entertainment. The thought of Minho and Willow spending a lot of time together stirred something in me that I didn't remember feeling before. It was like a mixture of anger and possessiveness.

Jealousy

The word slipped into my mind easily and I wondered if I had felt it before I was put in the Glade. Whether I had been jealous a lot before the creators put me here and whether I had felt it because of Willow. Somehow I was drawn to her and wanted to protect her, so I would. She would be my number one priority because I knew somehow that she was important to me before the Glade.

I let her fall asleep in my arms after she had spilled her feelings to me and then gently tucked her into my bed so that she would be more comfortable. I watched her sleep for a few minutes, marvelling at how young she looked and how relaxed she seemed while she slept. It was a sight that I hoped would be etched into my brain for as long as I lived.

I had to walk away from her before I did something stupid and woke her up so I went to find Alby who was in the map room with Minho. When I walked in they both immediately shut up out of instinct when someone walks in to a room. Minho, Alby and I know more about the maze than all of the other gladers because of all of the mapping Minho has done over the past two years. We know that the chances of escaping this place are slim since Minho has ran every part of the maze but we keep it a secret to give the other gladers hope, especially Chuck since he is the youngest and most impressionable.

"Did the greenie say anything Newt?" Alby asked as I closed the door behind me

I shook my head and made my way across the room to take a seat with them at the small table.

"She was just as scared as everyone else who came up through the bloody box." I said

"There has to be a reason the creators sent her here." Minho said and Alby nodded in agreement

"But if she doesn't remember anything, how are we gonna find that out?" I asked

"I don't know we'll just think of something at the gathering tomorrow." Alby said

"I just wanna meet the girl. Apparently she's hella hot." Minho said

I could feel myself filling up with the weird emotion, the jealousy. I didn't like it but I wanted to punch Minho in the moment. Willow was mine to protect and mine to look after. No one was going to go near her, especially Minho if he kept thinking like that.

Alby must have seen something in my eyes because he quickly butted into the conversation.

"I don't think so slinthead we just need to figure out what to do with her." He said

The conversation was pretty much over after that so left the map room and went back to the homestead where Willow was still sound asleep in the bed. I smiled slightly and then crawled onto the floor where I planned on sleeping for the night instead of making Willow uncomfortable by sleeping in the same bed as her.

Sleep found me easily and I let it took me under as I listened to the soft sound of Willows quiet breathing.