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Leone fixed her hat. She folded her hair until only a little was even touching her neck. Then she held the folded hair on top of her head as she adjusted the hat. She could make a perfect shadow over her eyes using the beanie that could easily give somebody the conception that she was male.

We continued to walk towards the rest of the gladers. Now much more comfortable in my jeans, I walked with ease. We slowly got into sight of the others. Leone smiled, almost sympathetically, the smile one would make whilst trying to convince someone else they were fine as they broke their leg. That crippled smile tho, I thought. Her smile seemed pained and forlorn. As we drew closer to the glade's center, she grew happier. Leone was close to her friends, which could brighten any day. Her smile grew playful, as did mine when I saw this. Now we were only yards away from Newt, the nearest glader.

I gasped to myself. I so shuckin' ship this right now! I thought, now if only he knew her gender… an idea sparked; so quickly that I did not even have time to think what I was doing, and if it was good or jacked.

I once again ripped off her hat, subconsciously, in a manner. Her hair unfolded as if spilling out. It seemed to be longer, even though I saw it less then five shuckin' minuets ago. Yeah, this was a jacked up idea. Newt's jaw dropped, followed by many other gladers. Some of their faces grew solemn and confused. Other gladers just blinked, as if they were experiencing an illusion. Newt, though, did neither. His mouth closed, but he did not look away.

Leone's cheeks grew red in embarrassment. She looked to the floor before she ultimately turned around to me. "YOU JACKED UP, KLUCK FACED, SLINTHEADED GREENIE!" she screamed at me, still looking slightly downward. Her cheeks were a vivid shade of pink, ever so slowly going back to normal. Newt had never stopped staring at her. He breathed in slowly, never dropping his gaze.

"But… I trusted you… I trusted you with my… life…" Newt finally said, breaking both his fixated gape and the awkward silence. Even still, his eyes once again focused on her, as if they were magnets - drawn to her. His knees began to wobble, before he collapsed to the ground in front of her. "WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME? I TRUSTED YOU, LEO. I - …. Trusted you." His voice became soft before he broke down in tears. Then his voice began to shake, " You kept this from me for almost two years…?"

Leone's mouth started to move, but no words came out. Her eyes mimicked puddles of water on a cold stormy day. They grew cloudy and the bold purple of her eyes grew dark. Without thinking, she turned around to face me. She shook her head and ran.

She ran, her feet pounding on the frozen soil. The maze. She was running towards the maze. Seconds before, the doors started to close. As she reached the wall, it had stopped.

She punched the wall. Tears streaming down her face. "ARGHHHH!" she screamed.

It was almost two years, wasn't it. Leone had come up in the box, a month after Frypan. During that time, her only friend was Newt. She told him everything. Well, almost everything. After three months or so in the glade, she still didn't know her real name. She knew something was off about her. She didn't realize being a girl was the thing that made her different. She was too embarrassed to tell anyone she that she couldn't remember her real name, so she went by Leo. If only she had remembered her real name. The whole glade would have known she was a girl; and this would never had happened. Newt would have known. She wouldn't have kept a secret from him. Because of her own shuckin' embarrassment, she didn't tell him.

I walked over to Newt; who was still on the ground crying. He was shaking, his eyes hazed. "Why? Why didn't she tell me?" he muttered under his breath. "she could have told me anything. Why; WHY?"

"Maybe you should ask her." I said, gestering towards the spot on the wall where she was leaning. He looked up, as if he forgot I was there. The rest of the gladers had resumed their work, excluding the runners, as the walls were closed. He sniffed, then nodded, as he wiped his tears. Slowly, he got up off of the ground, and began to tread towards Leone's sulking figure. His nose was red and runny. A depressing sight. The rest of the gardeners watched as if this was part of a soap opera (though they probably didn't know what that was) This reminded me of a typical 21 century movie - love and demise.

Newt traipsed towards Leone, weary from crying, "Who are you then, Leo? Or should I even call you that?"

Leone looked up, also fatigued from crying. "It's Leone." She verged crying. "…Leone." Newt crouched down to look at her in the eyes.

"I guess it's partly my bloody fault, I mean, I probably should have guessed…" Leone's eyes met his.

"I'm sorry"

A/N: Hope you liked this chapter! I tried my hardest to make this long, with help from Niji. As a matter of fact, Leone is based off of her, so its only fair. So can anyone see where I'm going with this? Also, thank you for all the reads; SO MANY! I've gotten over 600 reads and almost 10 follows. Keep reading and remember that all reviews, favorites, and follows are appreciated!

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