Evening, shanks. Yet another chapter of our Newt love story. Sorry if you're sick of fluff, but I figured I'd get as much as possible before things start getting intense. I wanna thank you guys again so much for all of your support with this story! Hearts to you all xoxo

Side note: This chapter contains hints of sexual activity. If it makes you uncomfortable, I'm super sorry.

Raine's POV:

It's been about 2 weeks since that night with Newt. Ever since, I haven't slept alone. Newt requested that I sleep in his room with him, and I was more happy to oblige. When we told Alby, he shook his head and said, "As long as you slintheads aren't shuckin' knockin' boots, I'm fine with it." Even though our makeout sessions have gotten pretty hot and heavy, we never went any further.

Med-jack work was pretty slow. Occasionally, someone would come in with a cut or a sunburn, but other than that, things were pretty calm around the Glade. Everyone stuck to their day to day work, and I offered Zart any help I could in between minor injury cases.

I've mostly made friends with all of the Gladers. Some were untrusting, but I understood. I was the only girl after all. Despite popular opinion, Dally wasn't too bad. Minho loved to give Newt and I a hard time. A day doesn't pass where he doesn't make some sort of comment. At lunch and dinner, Newt and I would always be seated side by side. Sometimes we'd even hold hands under the table.

There wasn't a time I looked at him and didn't feel my heart flutter. To me, he was pure perfection. At night, he wrapped an arm around me and looked up at the ceiling. "What are you thinking about?" I ask. He turns to gaze at me. "Why me?"

"What do you mean?"
"Why did you choose me? I mean, there's loads of other bloody gladers around here. I don't see why you chose me of all."

I smile and move closer to him. "That answer is simple." He stares at me, waiting for the answer. I kiss his shoulder gently. "Simply because no one in the world can make me feel like you do. I may not remember anyone outside of these walls, but it matters none. None of the other boys here drew my attention like you did. You're my light." He caressed my cheek. "I don't seem special at all, love. I just want you to be happy." I look at him seriously. "Then don't ever question yourself. I love you just the way you are." His eyes soften. "Love me, hm?" I nod. "I love you, Newt." He kisses me gently on the forehead, then the lips. "I love you too, Raine."

"Don't hurt her, just erase her memory and get it over with." Thomas ordered. "Raine, listen to me. You have to figure out how to get them out. You need to help them before things take a turn for the worst. Raine, you must help them. You're their only hope. You're their.."

Blackness.

I jolt awake and look around. I look over to see Newt still sleeping soundly, an arm lazily draped over my side. I take a deep breath. I wonder when these nightmares will end? Gently, without waking Newt, I crawl out of the bed and head down the stairs. I need a cold bath.

I take a hair tye and tye my hair up in a messy bun. A few smaller hairs escape and frame my neck and face, but that's okay. I undress and neatly fold my clothes and put them to the side before slowly entering the water. A shiver travels up my spine. The water is very cold, but feels good on my feverish skin. I cup water on my face and splash my face. I stand there and gaze at the moon. I wonder to myself if anyone else has dreams like I do. As I'm deep in thought, I feel two tanned arms snake their way around my waist. I give a sigh of relief and lean into him.

"You looked lonely, love." I nod gently. "I was."

He plants a kiss gently on my neck, which causes me shiver. "You know," he says quietly. "You have tattoos." I swallow. "I do? Where?" He kisses my shoulder gently. "Here." He moves his fingers slowly up my side. "And here." He kisses the back of my neck. "Here." I shiver again. "Newt, we can't.. What if someone sees?" He plants another kiss on my neck. "We're alone now, love. Are we not?" I nod slowly. "Just tell me to stop, and I will," he whispered in my ear, as his hand starts exploring. I let out a quiet moan and shake my head. He grabs my hand and pulls me further into the water.

After we wake up the next morning, I talk to Newt about my dream over breakfast. "Someone was telling you that you were our only hope?" He asked. I nod. "I don't know who it was, or where I was. It was really dark." I shrug. He stares intently before nodding once. "We gotta talk to Alby about this. Why didn't you tell me last night?" I slight blush shows up on my cheeks. "Because you were.. Distracting." His face turns into a smirk. "Really, 'cause if I recall, love, it was hard trying to keep you quiet in the first-" I shush him. "Enough," I say in a hushed tone, causing him to laugh.

Newt and I head to Alby to tell him about my dream, and possibly get some answers. After I tell him everything that happens, he stares at me for what seemed like a lifetime. "So you were told to get us out?" I nod once. He looks down. "Then I guess that leaves us with one option. Tomorrow morning, you head out with Minho to run the maze."

Newt slammed his hands down on the table. "Absolutely not. No shuckin' way. There's no way you're sending her in that buggin' maze." I wince. I've never really heard him so angry. "Slim it, Newt. What other options do we have? Her dream might mean something, and that something is gettin' the shuck outta here. I respect your opinion, I really do, but put your buggin' personal feelings aside and let her help us. Good that?" Newt stares at him for a second before storming off. I sit there and stare at my hands. "Raine." I look up to meet Alby's gaze. "You willing to try and get us out of here?" I nod matter of factly. "I would love to help in any way I can." Alby nods once. "Good that."

Walking back to the infirmary, I hear a familiar noise. The box. I follow everyone else and run over to it. I heard Chuck mumble something about not being Greenie anymore.

As the box arrived, I noticed Newt was no where to be found. I swallowed hard. I hated it when he was upset in any way.

I peeked down to see a boy laying there. He looked about our age, with brown hair. Alby reaches down to check his pulse, but he jolted awake. "Raine." He said, looking up at the sky. Everyone in the glade turns to look at me.

Oh, shuck.