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Chapter Two

Nina let another frown take over her features as she studied the place she was in.

The Glade, as Newt had told her, consisted of a big field surrounded by huge walls that seemed to go forever. As she'd walked down the stairs behind said boy's tall form, she had noticed some other boys in the room, all of them staring at her. Some glaring and others gaping at her like she was a piece of meat.

She felt disgusted as she remembered.

She'd hoped that some fresh air would help her get rid of the cloudiness of her mind; now all she wanted to do was to crawl back upstairs and try to wake up from that terrible nightmare.

How could she remember the basics, but not her parents' name?

Nothing made sense.

She hadn't said a word since she had told him her name.

And Newt was more than okay with that. After everything that happened over the last couple of hours, the last thing he wanted to do was to deal with a curious Greenie.

He had taken her out – at Jeff's suggestion – so she could get familiar with her new home and maybe even calm down a little. However her eyes didn't seemed to stay still. As she took everything in, he noticed the way she traced everything, almost as if she was trying to remember it all.

Her eyes shined with curiosity and confusion, her hands shook nervously as she chewed on her bottom lip.

With all and that, Newt was watching her in awe as she moved her head around.

Not like he was the only one, there were others that seemed to stop every now and then just to take a look of the new girl. After all, it was the first girl they'd seen, since neither of them could remember anything about their old life.

Sure, the girl was kind of pretty. With long hair that fell down her back and big eyes that seemed to be alert all the time – maybe that was due the situation she was in. She wasn't short, however 5 foot 8 still seemed small against Newt's 6 foot 2 towering frame.

Lo and behold, she stood out like a sore thumb.

He felt a wave of compassion towards the girl, she would need someone in this place.

Before he could even open his mouth a loud boom exploded through the air, followed by a horrible crunching, grinding sound.

The walls were closing.

The ground was shaking and so was Nina, what was happening?

She looked to one of the big openings in the wall and felt her mouth open and her eyes go wide.

The freaking walls were closing!

Was that even possible? She met Newt's eyes with her own. They were filled with concern, nothing else.

No surprise or anxiety.

Just concern.

For her.

Did she looked as terrified as she was feeling? How could he not be acting like her?

The other walls were closing too. Leaving her trapped.

Her head was going crazy with different emotions; fear, confusion, worry. Did that happen often?

When the ground stopped shaking, she realized she was frozen in her spot. Her throat felt dry and her head was spinning.

"Guess I should have warned you," said Newt with a nervous chuckle.

Nina blinked. "Does that… i-is that… why–"

"Whoa, calm down," a hand touched her shoulder. "That's normal."

She looked at him like he was crazy. "How is that even normal?" Surprised by how calm her voice sounded.

"You get used to it. Happens every night, they'll open again in the morning," he shrugged. "Come on, let's get you something to eat."

She hadn't realized how hungry she was until they got her something to eat. Her entire body was craving food and now she sat under a tree, satisfied.

Her mind seemed to work even better now.

Newt cleared his throat. "So, how do you–"

"Am I the only girl here?"

Newt blinked in surprise. "What?"

"Am I the only girl here?" she said slowly as if speaking to a child.

"Yes," he paused. "We're not sure of how did that happen, two years and you're the first–"

"You've been here two years?! How did all of you ended up here?!"

He held his hand up, silencing her. "I'm not going to answer your questions. Not yet anyway."

She started protesting. "But you were the one that–"

"I know," he said annoyed. "I'm not answering anything. You'll have to wait till tomorrow morning."

"Why?"

"Because."

"That's no answer."

"It is for now," he smirked.

Nina rolled her eyes mumbling under her breath making Newt laugh. "It's not that bad. Before you know it you'll be at the Tour."

She scrunched her nose. "Tour?"

It was Newt's turn to roll his eyes.

What happened to the girl that barely said two words?

All the Greenies – Newt decided – are the same. No matter how much they cry, klunk their pants or whatever, you always end up with a headache.

Would it be too much to ask for the Greenbeans to come up the box with the same knowledge they had?

Always the same questions.

Bloody creators.

This time, was no different. By the time it was almost time to go to sleep, Newt realized that he had no idea of what to do with the girl. Normally, they would get a sleeping bag or a hammock and stuck the boy outside, but with the girl…

The first girl either of them had seen.

He remembered the way the Gladers had reacted when they had first saw her. The way they were looking at her.

His eyes fell on Nina as she leaned to the tree and looked to the sky sleepily. She looked so out of place and so innocent. His heart gave a squeeze as he made a decision.

He poked her leg with his foot. "Come on."

"So… I'm supposed to sleep in here?"

"Yeah."

"In your room?"

"Apparently."

"With you?"

"Why not?"

Newt watched in amusement as she frowned. "I though the new ones slept outside."

"We'll just make an exception," he shrugged.

"Why?"

He sighed, suddenly feeling extremely tired. "Do you really think we're letting you stay with those shanks who haven't seen a girl?"

She raised her eyebrow, challenge clear in her eyes. "And you'll be any better?"

"I controlled myself pretty well the entire day," he told her with a cheeky smile. "Besides, we both know that you're more comfortable around me than all of those slintheads."

"I wouldn't know," she smirked, and it was the first time that she had made an expression that wasn't a frown. "You seem to be taken with me, considering that you haven't let me speak to anyone other than Jeff and yourself."

"I was just making sure you wouldn't be trying to kill anyone that stood on your way," he said without missing a beat. "Didn't want this afternoon repeating the entire day."

She scoffed. "Please, I would hardly call that a murder attempt."

"I don't know… I was sure you were about to jump on Jeff."

She shrugged. "So, what? I was a little startled, you cannot really blame me for that."

"You had a crazy look on your face."

She scowled, he grinned.

Newt pointed to the battered mattress. "Sleep."

"I can't sleep on that. I'll take the sleeping bag."

"No."

"Newt– "

"Nina."

"I'll sleep on the floor!"

"No, you'll take the mattress and go to sleep."

"But–"

"Damn it! Just go to sleep."

Silence.

"Fine," she said curtly lying down and covering with a sheet. With a huff and one last glare at Newt, she turned on her side and faced away from him.

Newt shook his head and prepared to go to bed.

Bloody girls.

The next morning Nina woke up with a hand shaking her shoulder, soon enough, Newt's face appeared in front of her with a smirk on place. "Rise and shine."

She groaned.

He snickered.

"Come on, I got something to show you."

With a sigh she stood up.

"Wait, here," said Newt before turning around and walking away.

Nina saw him make his way around the bodies of the sleeping boys and looked up. The light was dim and the walls were still closed. She closed her eyes, trying to escape from reality. Trying to locate a memory, anything.

Nothing.

Not a damn thing.

She remembered everything, yet nothing.

She knew what a car was; she couldn't remember ever been on one.

Her memories were there, she was sure of it. She would get flashes, nothing concrete, but flashes nonetheless. It was like trying to see through a wall of a really thick crystal. Or like if there was a wall of water in between.

It was really weird.

Her train of though was interrupted when she saw Newt running in her direction, a boy was behind him. As soon as Newt passed in front of her, she followed him. Ignoring the other person that was following them.

Newt stopped and so did she and the mystery boy. The high wall standing in front of them.

"What are those?" she heard the boy whisper. She turned her head to see what he was talking about.

"When you bloody need to know, you'll know, Greenie."

Greenie? She thought she was the Newbie of the month, or so had Newt told her.

"Well, it's kind of stupid to send me to a place where nothing makes sense and not answer my questions… shank,"

Newt broke out in a laugh, but quickly cut it off. "I like you, Greenie. Now shut it and let me show you something."

Nina broke her trance and turned to see the boy. He wasn't much taller than she was, maybe around 5 foot 9. He had brown hair and brown eyes.

Something triggered as she looked at his eyes.

She felt her own eyes widen.

She knew him from yesterday.

But not from the Glade.

No.

It came from one of her flashes right before she had woken up.

A face along with a name.

A boy.

Thomas.

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