"C'mon," I said, putting a hand on the newbie's shoulder, "Let's get ya somethin' to eat..."
"My name's Thomas," he said, looking at me all annoyed like.
"Good that," I said, "But to them, you're still 'Greenie' for a month."
He sighed and I heard Newt laugh ahead of me. "Relax, ain't that bad, and you got the Tour today," I smirked, "Ready for some answers?"
He nodded as I led him to the kitchens. Newt left us,saying he had things to do, which I did not doubt. I handed him a plateful of food, "Eat up, I gotta go. Alby'll find ya when he's ready." Thomas looked like he was about to groan. "And Tommy -Can I call ya that?" he nodded, "He's not so bad... Ya get used to him." He gave me an unconvinced look. "Trust me," is all i said, before patting his shoulder and walking away.
About the time Thomas was starting the Tour, Gally and couple of his friends, with the help of Steven (was SO going to kick his butt!), decided it'd be fun to mess with me... Again. However, I didn't know that at the time. So when I saw Steven and Ryan wrestling instead of working, I stepped in... Steven's nose was bleeding and well Ryan was fine. I sent him off and dragged Steven to the bathroom.
"Seriously!" I yelled at him, "Are you kidding me? That's why you were fighting!" He nodded sheepishly. I rolled my eyes. "C'mon, you have blood... well, everywhere." He sat down and I squatted in front of him, using a towel to wipe the blood from his face. He watched me intently, eyes following my every move. I pulled away after a minute of his stares, "What?"
"Nothin'," he said, blushing for some reason.
"Well then quit staring at me like some shank from space, okay?" I said, proceeding to get the blood out of his hair. "Well, I think we're done here," I said, standing, "And next time, just ignore him."
Steven nodded, standing, but not moving forward. I gave him a confused glance, then opened the slightly ajar door... I understood then...
A bucket of mud, dumped on to my head. I opened my mouth -thinking it was over- to scream and knock the klunk outta the shuck-face shank that thought this was funny... but more came. Gally appeared, two friends flanking him. I glared, spitting a mouthful of mud at him. Smirking, when he wiped it from his face. "Run..." was all I said...
Gally's smirk was wiped from his face as I took a step forward. His friends backed up, That's right, I thought, Run for your worthless little lives!
"MaC?" Newt yelled, distracting me for a fraction of a second. Gally used that second to his advantage. He ran. Bloody coward...
"What?" I snapped.
He held his hands up in mock surrender. "I...uh...you-"
"Yes, I know I'm covered in mud." I glared at him.
He nodded, "Maybe, you should, uh..." He looked to the showers...
"Yeah... sure..." I muttered.
"PMS..." is all I heard.
"I am not PMSing!" I shouted at him, "I'm just mad, okay! God, every bloody time, it's 'she's PMSing', actually NO, I'm not! I'm just tired of all your klunk!" I threw my hands in the air and stalked off to the shower. I heard him snickering behind me.
I stepped out of the shower, drying myself off and towel-drying my hair. Considerably less-pissed, I felt around for my clothes, finding, once again, someone thought it'd be fun to steal them... This day just keeps getting better and better...
"NEWT!" I screamed -Someone had to get me clothing- wrapping a towel around myself.
He jogged around the corner, several Gladers stopping to give him pitying looks of sympathy. I rolled my eyes. He approached the door, "Did it happen again?"
"What do you think?" I snarled from the other side.
I heard him sigh and instantly regretted my snarl... He knocked on the door, "Here," he said. I opened the door a crack and he handed me a shirt. I took it, bot bothering to ask where the hell he got it. I put it on. The thing was huge! Granted, that was probably a good thing... the sleeves reached down to my elbows, the collar, just shy of falling off my shoulder, the bottom hem covering half off my calves. No, shorter than my shorts, I reasoned.
I opened the door, realizing where he got the shirt. In front of me, Newt stood shirtless, a smirk settling on his face as he took in my appearance. It was like a dream! A very embarrassing pointless dream, that I- you know what, Nevermind... I realized I was staring. I felt my cheeks burn. "I uh-"
"C'mon, let's go find you clothes... and me another shirt..." he added, putting his arm around me.
A little while later we were digging through a pile of clothes trying to find a pair of pants that would actually fit me...
"Shuck this!" I said, "I'm done searching."
"But what are you-"
I gestured to myself as if saying, "Um... this."
He nodded, "Guess that'll work... but I still need a shirt, considering you've claimed mine."
I blushed again, "Well," I gestured to the pile, "There's a lot to choose from..."
He snorted, "Do you see how small some a this stuff is?"
I crawled over to him, realizing this shirt is Not good for crawling. Then, just as I was about to say something, the alarm went off... "What the he-" Newt had grabbed my arm and was dragging me across the glade, to the Box. To the newbie. The newbie that wasn't supposed to be here. I suddenly wasn't so annoyed with the hand on my wrist. They never came in the same month let alone two days in a shuckin' row! What was going on!
"Newt, what's going on!" Tommy yelled.
Newt glanced at him, then at me, letting go of my wrist, and walking towards the boy. I followed, seeing no other use for myself at the moment. "Means bloody Newbie's comin' up in the Box." He paused, Tommy said nothing, only stared at him. "Right now." Newt added, trying to get the point across.
"So?" he asked.
"So?" Newt replied, his dropping ever so slightly, "Greenie-"
"Thomas," I said using his full name this time, "We've never had two Newbies show up in the same month let alone, two days in a row!" Newt nodded at me taking off towards the homestead. "Find Chuck." I said before taking off after Newt...
This was going to be an even longer day than I thought...
"Well," I began, "Lucky us, we get to deal with Ben's changing And two newbies who don't know jack, Where the hell's Minho when you need him?"
Newt let out a sort-of laugh. Alby smirked. Truth was, I was scared, this was not normal, and a little of Minho's sarcasm would've made this seem a hell of a lot more normal...
Alby, New and I reached the crowd, pushing and shoving our way to the front. Everyone quieted, the sounds of the Box filling the air as another poor kid was dumped into this hell. A muffled boom announced the Box's arrival. Newt and Alby took positions on opposite sides of the shaft doors, working to yank them apart. A puff of dust, filled the air as the metallic scrape of the doors on the ground pierced the air.
Complete silence took place as Newt and I leaned over the edge for a better look. Newt pulled back, suddenly... I almost fell. Alby's hands on either side of my torso steadied me. "Holy..." Newt breathed. I stared at him... Did he see what I saw?
Alby got a good look as well, "No way," he murmured. Everyone began talking at once, questions filling the air, everyone pushing to get a look.
"Hold on!" Alby yelled, pushing me to my feet. "Just hold on!" I bent over the edge once again... staring.
"Well, what's wrong?" Someone shouted back.
"Two Newbies in two days," he said in am almost-whisper, "Now this. Two years, nothing different, 'cept MaC here, and now this." Then for some reason I could not fathom, he looked straight at Thomas. "What's going on here, Greenie?"
The newbie stared back, the confusion clear in his eyes, "How am I supposed to know?"
"Why don't you just tell us what the shuck is going on down there, Alby?" Gally called out. The worthless little- There were more whispers and a surge forward.
"You shanks shut up!" Alby yelled, "Tell 'em, Newt."
Newt looked at me, then down at the Box once more. I nodded slightly, unable to utter a word. "It's a girl," he said.
Talking. Too much talking. "A girl?"
"Like MaC?" What the Hells that supposed to mean?
"I got Dibs!" Who the Hell was that? I was gonna punch-
"What's she look like?" Looks don't matter!
"How old's she?" A sensible question.
Newt shushed them, he had a grip on my arm, holding me back from... whatever I thought to do at the time. "That's not bloody half of it," he said. "I think she's dead."
A/N: Again, Not an actual chapter ending, but a good place to stop... This is seriously fun to write! Can't wait till Minho's in it!
Oh yeah, to that guest who commented (please leave a name!), I totally get where you're comin from with the whole love-triangle thing, there's not gonna be too much of that, the gladers don't have time for drama, and Newt's already got her... but when he (Spoiler! ********************************)
dies, she needs a friend... and he just turns out to become more (see In Paradise Or Not)
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-CopperMax