1st POV
I still wanted to shrink into my seat, when Baker sat next to me, sending the Landers a glare.
I mouthed the words "Thank you." and she just nodded. I think everyone was just minding their own business, cause you could actually hear people talking in every day conversation.
"And you are?" Baker asked raising an eyebrow. She didn't seem all to happy.
"Oh, i'm Newt." he put out his hand, so Baker could shake it. Instead of raising an eyebrow, she looked to me. I bobbed my head up and down. She took another look at his hand, before shaking it.
"Baker..." she said quickly pulling her hand away from his grip. She scowled.
"So this Alby fella right? He told me to go find someone named 'Newt' if I have any questions." she explained. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Any questions?" Newt asked still picking at his apple.
"Yes, why are you talking to my friend here?" she asked patting my back. Once again, he just shrugged his shoulders.
"I'm curious. Amy is the only girl here not scared out of her mind." He paused, crossing his arms. She thought for a moment before nodding her head.
"So Baker, what did 'Alby' tell you guys." I asked, changing the subject. Why on Earth had she said that? I decided to change the subject like that, since I actually wanted to know.
"Well Amy, he told us that this so called 'Glade' is sorta like the Land, except for the genders." she said, eyeing her sandwich. She hadn't taken a bite of anything.
"Weird thing is, after the 'Greenie' was sent up, a girl pooped out of the box." she paused, rolling her eyes at the boys that stare at us. She picked up her sandwich.
"Said 'Every thing is going to change.' Apparently, just like us. The mystery girl is currently in a coma, just like out mystery boy." she said slowly taking a bite of her sandwich. Baker's nose scrunched up as she gagged the sandwich out of her mouth with disgust. Newt crocked his head to the side.
"The Land?" He asked
Greenie. I thought.
Must be their word for She-Bean.
That's when it hit me. Everything happened after the Greenie and She-Bean arrived.
"What's the name of the Greenie?" I asked Newt a little louder than I meant to. His gaze shifted from Baker to me. He looked me in the eyes.
"Thomas." he whispered, his eyes still locked on mine. That's all I needed to know. I suddenly stood up, startling a couple of the people around us. I placed both hands on the table, eyeing the boys around me.
"Where's the Greenie?" I asked, still eyeing the bunches of boys around me. I saw a lot of the boys sit in shock. I look around until I saw a little boy, most likely around 13, point to a boy sitting beside him.
The boy- I mean Thomas, was actually quite attractive. He had light brown hair, with striking brown eyes. Only, that didn't matter at the moment.
"Now I need the She-Bean." I said turning to the Landers. All of the girls eyes were focused on Rachel, with her cheeks practically burning. Rachel slowly got up, and inched closer to me before sitting on the other side of me. I rose to my feet. If Thomas wasn't gonna move, I was gonna make him. I walked over to his table with, surprisingly a fast speed. I reached the table, and grabbed his wrist. He looked pretty flustered. I pulled him up and dragged him back to our table.
"Sit." I said. The Glade was so quiet you could, again, hear a pin drop. I was felt power as I said this. I know for a matter a fact, that shouting is pretty scary, but it's down right terrifying when a girl is talking in a low
voice.
Especially a woman.
Thomas did as he was told, scrambling to the seat next to Newt. I walked back to my seat, earning some awed gazes from both the Landers and the Galders. I still felt overwhelmed with power. It didn't feel all that great.
"Now, since all these sissies are just sitting around, solving nothing, I want to know what our two newbies know." I said, noticing a couple of people just went on to eating, some just kept staring.
"Don't get me wrong, you might have nothing to do with us being sent here, but, I want to make sure." I said flashing Rachel a smile, even though she was still too flustered. In the corner of my eye, I saw Thomas roll his eyes. I don't know why, but that angered me.
"Do you think this is funny?" I ask, my smile disappearing. Thomas immediately shook his head. I sensed people's eyes on me, but I really didn't care.
"Good, now since you probably are going to have to spend a lot of time with us, you'll probably want to know who we are." I said eyeing both Rachel, and Thomas.
"I'm Amy, this is Newt, this is Rachel, this is Baker and this is Thomas." I say, pointing out every person sitting at our table.
I ended up draining everything Thomas and Rachel knew about us being in the Glade.
NOTHING.
They didn't know klunk. Shit. Did I really think KLUNK? I remember a bunch of the Gladers saying that, their slang better not be rubbed off or I will go insane.
"Well, I guess it isn't you guys." I said crossing my arms and putting my crossed feet on the table.
"But that doesn't mean people aren't 'gonna suspect you guys did something. You should probably stay low." Newt whispered, just in case anyone was listening. Tough chance. Everyone was wrapped in their own conversation. I took my feet of the table.
"Shit." I said clutching the sides of my head.
"What's wrong?" Newt asked, he gripped my wrist, pulling my hands away from my head. I smiled, but is disappeared as I remembered what I was thinking about.
"Where are we 'gonna sleep tonight?" I asked looking around at the Gladers.
"Oh..." Newt trailed off, still griping my wrists.
"Well.. Shouldn't we sleep in that shaggy building?" Rachel asked, her voice a little louder than her usual hushed whisper. Newt gave her a look, before I understood what she meant.
"I know there are way more boys here than there is girls, we might be able to fit us all in there." I said. I looked at my wrists. Newt still hadn't let go. I secretly smiled, before shaking my hands, signaling Newt to let go. It took him a second to notice, before letting go. He mouthed "Sorry." I just smiled.
"I think it would do great. Newt, do you think that could happen?" I raised my eyebrow.
"I don't have authority. I'm only second in command. I think that's a great idea. I'll talk to Ably about that." he said look at Thomas. I hadn't noticed until now, but everyone seemed to leave.
"Shuck. How long have we been here?" Thomas asked turning his head around to see the empty tables.
"Yes, how long have we been sitting here?" Rachel asked, her voice now on the normal hushed tone.
"A long while I can tell you that." Our heads turn to see the dark skinned boy, Alby, I think.
"Oi, Alby, we were just discussing where everyone was 'gonna sleep tonight." Newt said patting Thomas's back.
"Rachel here suggested the girls sleep in Homestead. How do you feel about that?" Newt continued still patting Thomas's back. Thomas ended up flicking Newt's hand off his back.
"Stop."
"What? Why would we want to do that?" Alby questioned.
"Because we don't want to wake up to one of the girls screaming their bloody heads off when they find some shuck weirdos watching them sleep." Newt smiled sarcastically. I had to bite my tongue not to laugh. Alby thought for a moment.
"Yes, that would seem like a good reason. That's a really great idea. Do we have any extra sleeping bags?"
I kinda zoned out as Newt and Alby arranged were everyone was sleeping. I really didn't need to hear this. Thomas got bored, and walked off to do who knows what. Baker did too, when Sonya showed up, asking to speak to her in private. Sonya eyed me as she said this, obliviously pissed off about the forming bruise. She grabbed Baker by the wrist, as she started walking in the opposite direction.
"-so no one would really not fit, I suppose." Alby finished, and he walked off, ordering the Gladers to hand over their extra sleeping bags.
"FINALLY!" I sighed relaxing my shoulders. I didn't even notice they were tense. Rachel sat on the grass near our table, sitting with her legs crossed.
"How long do you talk about sleeping bags?" Rachel questioned placing her hands in her lap. Newt turned to her before lifting his brows.
"Quite a bit, actually." He said crossing his arms. Just as he said it, a deafening sound fluttered the Glade, along with a rumbling boom. My hands went to my ears, trying to block the sound.
This went on for a moment or two, stinging my ears. When it finally stopped, Rachel was already under the table.
"Wow, the doors cause much more noise than they do in the land!" I exclaim, hands still on my ears.
"SO WHAT?" I heard Baker shout. I turned to her. Alby was with her and Sonya now, most likely having an argument. Sonya spoke a few words before Baker started to stomp off in our direction.
"Baker get over-" Sonya was cut off before Baker turned around. I didn't see what Baker did, before she turned back in out direction, still stomping.
"Come on." she said a little harsh, grabbing my wrist and pulling me towards the woods.
"Talk to you guys later!" I waved to Newt and Rachel. Rachel's head popped out from underneath the table, as she gave a little smile and waved. Newt waved, shaking his head, but smiling.
Dang. He must know she's pissed off too. I thought as I nearly tripped on a rock. About three minutes pasts before she let go of my wrist, groaning in frustration. This had happened before. I sighed.
"What happened this time?" I asked. Not only could Baker be slightly dumb sometimes, she could as hot as a volcano when she's mad.
"I was scolded for telling stuff about the Glade to a non-Keeper. We were supposed to tell you about all that stuff tomorrow." she paused waving her hands in the air.
"And being the person Sonya is, she just HAD to blow up. When I say 'I wont tell anybody.' my best friend is not included. Best friends aren't just anybody." she says, plopping down on a nearby log. Knowing how dramatic she could get, I simply sat beside her, putting my elbows on my knees, my head resting in my palms.
"You mad, or you just wanna talk?" I ask. My eyes wander, searching, until I found what I was looking for, a spider web. A web was spun in the corner of a nearby branch, with a small spider lurking in the middle of the structure. I don't know why, but I always look for one when I feel me or others around me damaged. As if a sign of good luck to them. Or me. My eyes wandered back to Baker who was shrugging her shoulders.
"I guess." She pouted, turning to face me.
"You on your monthly?" I asked mimicking her pout. She gave me a smirk.
"Hell no. Last week." she laughed. After a second, I joined in on the laughter. I had only known Baker for six months, and yet I felt like I'd known her forever. Like a sister.
"So that's why you were so pissed off with Rosa." I smiled. Baker's smile also grew.
"Anything you'd like to talk about?" I asked, still giggling.
Okay my lovelies... Tell me how you feel about this chapter, or PM me on how I can make it better.
Also, tell me if some one has ever told you "DON'T TELL ANYBODY!" But you tell your best friend anyway? That's the point. Your best friends isn't just anybody, therefor, you can tell 'em anything. Don't ask me about the spider thing. I find spiders good luck, and have never killed one in my entire life. So, I decided to rub it off on my character. Plus, it plays a important role in this! :P