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Newt eyed the girl's back as he followed her into the Homestead. The blonde boy shaking his head in what normally would've been a gesture of disapproval, although the smile on his mouth gives him away. Are all girls this weird? He wonders as she looks around, making a mental note to ask her later. Even if she wouldn't remember, he figured her response would be interesting to say the least.
So far, the Greenie was bringing a whole new meaning to the word.
She turns to him then, bringing him out of his thoughts as she gestured with her hands questionably where to go. He smiles, stepping beside her and inclining his head forward. "C'mon Greenie."
"Why do you call me that?" She questions hardly a second after the words are out of his mouth. Her eyes flickering up to meet his as her eyebrows furrowed, looking confused and curious at the same time.
He crosses his arms, grinning teasingly: "Patience Greenie." He reminds her, the girl rolling her eyes at the word this time. "You'll find out in a mo."
"Fine," She grumbles after a moment of fierce eye contact. Not sounding pleased, but obviously willing to go along if it meant getting answers. Smart girl, Newt notes. Adding that to the list of the very few things he had learned about her so far which included: quick reflexes, sarcastic, has a sense of humour and curious.
However, as he follows her into the separate room he tries to fight off a smile at seeing Alby on the bed holding an icepack to a considerably sized lump on his forehead. She does have good aim. He admits to himself, trying to keep a straight face as he asked. "You alright Alby?"
If looks could kill-Newt would probably still be alive and shoved in the pit for a week. "Fantastic." Alby muttered dryly, casting a sharp glance towards the Greenie who had a hand to her mouth, which, Newt was betting, was hiding a slight smile. "What the hell did you throw that for?"
"Sorry." Is all she whispers in response, her fingers still lightly pressed to her mouth. Somehow managing to keep eye contact with Alby without looking away or laughing; Newt can't help but be a little impressed.
Alby's eyes flicker over her face, his features softening just a bit as he lets out a sigh. "S'alright." He then coughs awkwardly, setting the ice-pack down on the side table before leaning forward, his hands clasped on his knees. "Do you remember anything? Who you are, where you come from…"
Before he even finishes, the girl is shaking her head making Alby stop. Then she bites her lip, glancing between the two boys carefully before settling on Newt. "This is normal, isn't it?" She says quietly, her eyes staring straight into his. "Forgetting I mean."
The blonde frowns, hearing the creaking of the bed as Alby sits up straighter. Wondering how she managed to come to that conclusion so fast. "What makes you think that?" He asks, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall.
She smiles wistfully before facing Alby. "Because you asked like you already knew the answer."
Alby and Newt exchange a glance, the later turning back to regard the girl inquisitively which awards him a small smile. One that he can't help but return. "You're right." Alby tells her, the girl shifting her gaze to the dark skinned boy as soon as he addressed her. "Nobody remembers anything. You'll get your name back in a few days, but beyond that…"
"Blank." She utters, and Newt is shocked to hear bitterness to her tone that seemed to go beyond the usual distaste for whoever put them here. Her expression is hard, eyes coldly glancing down at the dirt ground for a second before she looks back up at Alby like nothing happened. "Do you have a guess why?"
Newt snorts, momentarily forgetting about her change in attitude. "Hundreds Greenie, none of them good."
"And no leads to support any of them," Alby adds, his dark eyes fixating on hers pointedly. "Until maybe today."
As both boys eye her, Newt notes that it doesn't take long for her eyes to widen in realization. "Me?" The girl repeats, shifting her gaze between both boys who continue to look at her like she ought to know this. "How the hell would I know anything?" She demands, defiantly crossing her arms and turning one foot slightly out in a stance as she raised an eyebrow at each of them. "I don't even know how I woke up in a bed this morning. Let alone some top secret information that the people who put us here went through a hell of a lot of trouble to make sure we don't remember what it is. And that's assuming that we knew in the first place." She glances between them again, finding only slightly parted mouths and intense, stubborn gazes. "Besides, none of you lot remember anything. So what makes me so different?"
"Well, for starters the fact that you've got breasts." Newt answers quickly without thinking, feeling his cheeks start to burn as she turned to him with a mischievous smirk.
"Noticed have you? Blondie…" She teases lightly, making a jab at him for calling her Greenie.
Chuckling, the brown-eyed boy tried to regain some dignity by remarking. "I've got a name Greenie."
"Everybody has a name." She states factually, a small smirk curling the corners of her lips. "Just because I've forgotten mine doesn't mean I don't. Besides…" She adds as an after-thought looking him over once more before meeting his eyes. "I think Blondie suits you better than Newt."
"Oh yeah, why's that?" He questioned, both challenging her and interested to know her reasoning.
As if she read his mind, she grinned knowingly at him revealing a row of white top teeth. "Well, you actually are blonde for a start, and I haven't seen anything of you yet to prove you like water or that you're slippery in situations like a newt." She pauses thoughtfully, biting down on her bottom lip lightly and glancing up at him from under her lashes. "Since you can call me Greenie, then I should be able to call you Blondie."
Newt had to admit, she was good. "Look, it doesn't matter what we call you." Alby says before Newt can open his mouth to respond. The leader gazing at her with awareness that hadn't been there before: "What does matter is that you're the only shucking girl here, and that you're the only one who might have memories."
"Yeah, I got that bit." The girl commented, her eyes narrowing and her smile turning to a slight frown. "What you haven't said is why that makes you think I remember more."
Alby kept quiet for a minute, and Newt quickly works out how Alby was going to answer that one without giving anything away. He wasn't going to answer it. "Can you just close your eyes and try to remember something?" Alby requests, Newt's gaze lingering on the girl for her reaction.
Narrowing her eyes, the girl glances between both boys coolly with a knowing glint in in her hazel eyes. But then she does the weirdest thing yet; she smiles. "Alright…" She agrees suddenly, raising her eyebrows at them when they stare at her in obvious shock. "Why you looking at me like that?" When they give no answer, she rolls her eyes. "Look, I'm stuck in the same damn situation as you. If you think I know something, then it's a fifty-fifty chance that you're right and I just don't remember remembering…" She trailed off, frowning at the irony for a second before continuing on in a rant. "And since there's obviously a damn good reason why you want me to be remembering, I'd be stupid if I don't at least try. So…" She walked over to a chair, turned it to face them before sitting down on it, placing one leg on top of the other as she gave each boy a pointed look. "I am going to close my eyes, and I will try to remember who the hell put us here. But don't get pissed if I don't, and don't give up."
The last words in that sentence leave Newt gawking at her. She had said them so easily, so fiercely like she had spoken them a dozens of times…She probably has. Newt realizes with a start, seeing the girl already closing her eyes and relaxing her tense form. Her chest rising and falling with soft, short breaths that she inhaled and exhaled; her feet planted firmly on the ground and her arms falling loosely to her sides. Newt leans further against the wall, his eyes taking in her face for the fifth time, although the first with this expression. Surprised to see how serene she looked after a minute or so, and how strangely that contrasted with her battered and worn clothing that could have be worn by an action hero in a movie.
Something else that was strange about her.
"Ok." Alby murmured, the softly spoken word jarring Newt from his thoughts. "Now, can you think back and remember anything?"
He stopped, both boys waiting with baited breath; quickly growing doubtful as the seconds tick by… "It's cold." Newt's head snaps up, his brown eyes wide as he fixed them on the girl's face which was now pinched in concentration. "Very cold…and my eyes are closed."
"Do you open them?" Alby questions, the girl merely shaking her head in response. Alby frowns. "Why not?"
The girl draws in a heavy breath. "I don't want to." She says it quickly and she shifts slightly in her seat. If it wasn't for those actions, Newt might have missed the way she was hiding something.
"Why?" He inquires softly, stepping away from the wall and closer to her when she only pressed her lips together firmly; her fists tightening at her sides. Before he realizes it, he's right in front of her, and although she can't see him, he sits in another chair so he can be eye-level with her. "Hey…" He continues, not quite sure how his voice got so quiet or why he feels like talking this way as he peers at her. "It's alright love, we ain't gonna judge."
"Love?" She sounds thoughtful as the word rolls off her tongue, a slight smile curling her lips as her eyes open briefly to meet his. "Is that what you're gonna call me now?"
He can't help but let out a breath of laughter. "If you'd like," He offers, giving her a rather charming smile.
"I like it better than Greenie." She admits, her hazel eyes seeming to sparkle with mischief as she asks. "Can I still call you Blondie?"
Newt tilts his head, considering it. "Not in front of anyone else."
"Alby already knows, so there's not much point in not saying it when he's around." She points out, patiently waiting for his input.
Newt sighs, seeing the logic in her words and decides. "Fine, when Alby's around you can. But no one else." He warns, pointing a finger at her and shooting her a sharp look. "Or else I'll keep calling you Greenie like all the other shanks even when you remember your name. Got that, Love?"
"Loud and clear Blondie." She responds with a smile, sticking out her hand. "Shake on it?" The blonde boy nods, grasping her hand and shaking, stunned to feel how much smaller and softer her palm is.
Alby clears his throat suddenly and Newt remembers why he's in this position in the first place. "Why didn't you want to open your eyes love?" He questions again, his hand falling from hers as she glanced down at the question. Biting her lip unsurely for a few seconds before looking back up to meet his eyes.
"I was scared." She tells him quietly, her eyebrows knitting together as she focused once more on the dirt ground. "I don't know of what though. But, I was." She bites her lip again, gazing at him in confusion. "I felt weird…disconnected almost. Like…" Her eyes widen, and her expression hardens. "Somebody fucking drugged me."
Newt's hardly bothered by the anger lacing her tone. Everyone felt that way when they came out of the Box, and none of them had been too happy about it either. In a way, he's glad she feels the same way. It does less to encourage some of the Glader's paranoia. "Do you remember who or why?"
She closed her eyes again for a minute, her forehead crinkling as she thought long and hard about it. Then she sighed, shaking her head. "No. I'm sorry." And somehow Newt can tell she means it.
"It's Ok." He feels like he's lying through his teeth, because…well, he is.
She sends him a wistful smile along with a snort of mirthless laughter. "No, it's not."
This time he doesn't bother to deny it.
"Tell that to the shucking Creators." Alby growls out, and Newt knows exactly what Alby was thinking. Why did we even bother to ask?
The girl raises an eyebrow. "I would, but I don't think they'd care."
Leaning back in his chair at her declaration, Newt can't help but regard her again. She had nailed it right on the head.
"Fast one, aren't yea Greenie?" Alby speaks the blonde's thoughts, his tone defensive but not harsh.
The girl smiles good-naturedly. "I try."
"Good that," He replies after regarding her critically, nodding in approval. "You're gonna have to be fast here. We don't have time for dumb shanks." The girl's mouth merely quirked upwards at the last comment as Alby straightened up, addressing her again. "We also don't have time for people who don't follow our rules."
The girl cocked an eyebrow, once again crossing her arms over her chest. "Well, if I don't know them, then I technically can't break any. Can I?"
Newt feels the smirk curling at his mouth before Alby can even shoot him a glare. The girl's hazel eyes meeting his with a mischievous grin tugging at her lips even as she raises an eyebrow challengingly, daring him to contradict her. You bloody…Newt shakes his head with a barely concealed smile. Not even knowing what to call her as her grin widens at his actions; hazel eyes almost seeming to sparkle with mirth as the sunlight streaming through the cracks bring out the green and golden flecks in them. In that second, Newt firmly believes they are the prettiest eyes he'd ever seen, even without his memories.
You bloody girl.He thinks, and as if reading his mind, her eyebrows go up and she positively beams at him as if to say.
Well, I am a girl.
"Rule number one:" Alby begins in annoyance, the girl breaking her eye contact with Newt to look over at the dark skinned boy whose eyes fixate on Newt pointedly before looking back at her. "Do your part. Everyone pulls their weight around here. We ain't gonna let you sit on your ass just 'cause you're a girl."
The girl scoffs. "Just 'cause I'm a girl it doesn't mean I'm above kicking your ass if you make stupid assumptions like that again." Newt's mouth quirks into another slight smile as Alby regards the girl pensively for a moment. Then, the older boy also cracks a smile. Both boys knew a hard worker when they saw one. As if knowing their thoughts, the girl's defensive stance relaxes and she leans back in the chair. "So, what are the other rules?"
"Rule two: Never harm another Glader." The dark skinned boy tells her, cutting her off as she opened her mouth. "It's what we call ourselves."
She nods. "Got it."
"Rule three:" Alby voices seriously, and almost instantly all traces of humour are gone from every one of the teenager's faces as he looks the girl directly in the eyes. "Never go outside those walls."
The girl's expression remains neutral as she slowly nods her head once in confirmation. She then turns from Alby to Newt, then back to Alby: "Can I go now?"
Newt frowned. That's it? No push for answers? No screaming or crying? He looks back up at her in confusion. She bloody demanded answers earlier…and now she's just gonna walk out?
"Yea, Greenie. Tomorrow I'll give you the tour." Alby says, inclining his head towards the door calmly, much to Newt's disbelief.
The girl gets up, quickly striding towards the door before pausing and turning back, shooting a confused Newt a smile. "See you around then, Blondie."
As she left, the confusion falls to the back of his head as Newt can't help but smile at her retreating form. See you around, Love.
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