Chapter 8
Im pretty excited to keep writing this story, every day its like fresh new senarios pop into my head and my fingers are just itching to type it all down. So here we go onto chapter 8(:
As I had expected I did feel like death, getting up is proving to be really difficult. I slowly sit up and press my sweaty palm to my head as if that will stop it from pounding
"Im never drinking again." I murmur pathetically to myself and I hear a chuckle come from behind me, I look back over my shoulder at a snail like speed and see Newt shaking his head at me as he approached.
"Don't laugh at me. Feeling this way is punishment enough." I run my fingers through my crazy red locks and stand up, Newt walks out of the Homestead with me as I decide its best to get some food into my system, that is, if I can keep it down.
"How crazy did I get last night?" I ask the second in command, embarassed. He looks over at me with an amused smirk on his face. I raise an eyebrow at him as I cant tell if the look he's giving me if good or bad.
"So?" I push and he sighs.
"You werent too bad. Gave that stupid slinthead a run for his money. I dont think ive seen anyone challenge Minho like you did. Who knew.." He chuckled and I shivered at the mere thought of alcohol.
"Oh god, I'm never going to live this down." I rub my face a little harshly as I grab a stacked plate of food and sit my unhappy ass down. I stuff a forkfull of eggs into my mouth and at first I was hungry but the more and more I ate the more I didnt feel good.
"Wow this sucks. Do you want the rest?" I push my plate over to Winston who later joined us at the table, he gladly takes the rest of my food and stuffs his face. I push myself up and prepare for a long day of sitting in the back room of the sick room. Newt grabs my elbow, holding me back and I turn to face him.
"Whats up?" Im a little confused but he motions behind me "Sittng isnt going to make you feel any better, you need to sweat it out so Im going to have you take a break from being a Med-jack for a day and have you help out Zart. Clint and Zart have both agreed to this." I groan loudly at him and I glare daggers.
"Youre all trying to kill me." I yank my arm angrily out of his grip and stomp my way to the Trackhoes. I see as I walk that some of the boys gave me either friendly smiles or they stepped back, I was pretty angry and im guessing they could see it clear as day on my face.
I spotted the blonde a few feet ahead of me and I approched him with a less than pleased look
"Alright Zart, what are you going to torture me with?" I cross my arms and he hands me multiple bags of seeds and a little shovel,
"Here you go, you can start by planting these. This is going to help both you and I. Theyre herbs so take extra care since eventually youll be needing those." He pats me on the shoulder and sends me on my way. I plop down into the dirt and read the back of the bags to see how to do this. Once Ive throughly learned the directions I started planting the seeds. I got halfway through the last packet whe Zart came over with a small basket full of more bags, I sigh and dont say a word as I keep working.
The hours passed by quicker than I thought because by the time I looked up the Runners were already making their way back into the Glade, they seemed pretty early today which can either mean they found something or something happened. I see Newt and Alby meet Minho halfway who looks pale and miserable. I wiped the sweat from my forhead with the back of my wrist, I sat back on my heels as I watched them. I was too far away to make out what they were saying but by the looks of things Alby wasnt very happy. Minho pushes roughly past the Leader with a bump of their shoulders, she watched him angrily walk past her and towards the Homestead.
'What's got him all riled up?' I ask myself, Im about to push myself up to see if everything was okay when Newt called me over. I sigh to myself with a bit of an eyebrow as I walk over to the blonde boy,
"What's up?" I ask while pulling off my dirtied gloves and sticking them in my back pocket. I wait for him to respond and he does so with a small smile,
"If you want you dont have to stay with the Trackhoes, I figure youre feeling better." He places his hand hands on his hips and I nod slowly, I have the lingering feeling that wasnt why he called me over but I dont say anything about it, instead I humor him with a soft friendly smile and a nod of my head.
"Yeah, thanks. Im going to get a bite. Im starving. Clint and Zart better be happy with all the shucking herbs I planted. I swear I sweat off atleast half of my body weight." Newt chuckles and he runs his fingers through his hair.
"I'm sure those shanks will thank you later. But, i'm glad youre feeling better.." He trails off and I look at him for a second before I slap my hand on his shoulder
"Thanks for helping me out shank. I'll see you later." I turn around quickly with a wave before I walk away. As im walking i'm having an internal debate on whether or not to go see Minho or to do was I said and go get some food.
'What if that shuckface doesn't want to see me? I really don't feel like getting in a stupid argument with him today.' I groan in frustration before deciding to go with my first choice, I head towards the Map Room, the building I found out not too long ago that was used for the Runners and only the Runner. Once there I sat down outside the door and waited. I know im not allowed in but no one said anything about waiting outside.
I think I sat for a half a hour and I guess I dozed off when I was jerked away by a hand on my shoulder, I jump and my eyes fly open and crouched down in front of me was the boy I was waiting for
"You scared the klunk out of me Minho." I run my fingers through my messy hair and he raises an eyebrow at me,
"What are you doing here anyways?" He stands up and I follow suit, I brush the dirt off my bottom before answering him.
"I uh..you looked kinda pissed off and I wanted to see if everything was okay." I turn bright red when I realize just how dumb that sounded.
"Wow that sounded really dumb and you probably dont want to talk to me. Let's forget I was here okay?" I ask with a wide stupid smile, I step around him and he once again grabs my arm to hold me back only this time its not as rough. I look back at him, surprised that he would stop me and im a little thrown off my his expression, it looks...sad. I frown.
"Minho? Whats wrong?" I ask, genuinly concerned. In the time that I have been here in the Glade I haven't seen the Runner with this kind of look before and its throwing me off.
"I shouldnt even be telling you this, but I just...shuck this shucking place!" He yells out angrily and I flinch ever so slightly I bite my lip before nudging him, urging him to continue.
"All this time ive been running this shucking maze, mapping it, hoping to find a way out but there isnt one. There isnt any way out of this hell hole! Alby doesn't want anyone to know, he doesnt want anyone to lose hope.." He tells me while looking at the ground with such a deep frown I swear its etched into is face. I grab his hand that is holding my arm and I frown back at him.
"Don't give up just yet Minho. Youre supposed to be the strong one who doesnt take klunk from anyone. You give us all hope, going out there everyday, risking your life. You can't give up and say there isnt a way out. The Maze changes right? So, whos to say that it wont change someday and lead us to a way out? But if you quit now you'll never find out. Wipe that frown off your stupid shuck face and tell me right now that you will find a way out or so help me I will slap that frown off your face." I declared with much intensity it shocked me. He looked up at me with wide eyes at first then it morphed into a smirk.
"You know, for a girl. Youre not so bad." He pushes me playfully with his freehand and I gasp and catch myself. I frown at him before I cant help but laugh.
"Thanks, I guess. " I withdraw my arm from his grip and my body breaks out in goosebumps, I rub my arm and he keeps looking at me.
"Thanks." He says quietly and I smile at him.
"Oh youre welcome. But seriously, I would have slapped you silly." I shrug and turn around to walk off before looking over my shoulder at me,
"Lets eat yeah?" He gives me a nod and walks up next to me as we both head towards the kitchen.
YAYYY so just a little pep talk from Peyton to Minho, or more like a pep yell? Does that count? Im trying to make Peyton the kind of girl who is strong emotionally, well as much as any person can be and I also want her to be the kind of girl who will do anything or say just the right things to help her friends. Kinda like myself actually. I hope you all enjoyed this chapter as much as I did(: So please review! Thanks!