Chapter 7
Minho and Taylor up Alby, Newt, who were talking to a guy called Zart, in the same spot they had left them, having a heated discussion on whatever. Alby looked up at as they approached,
"Have fun?" he asked with an eyebrow raised.
"Excuse me?" Taylor replied coldly, still angry with him from earlier. Alby's eyes darkened.
"So where she sleeping Shank?" Newt immediately inserted before Taylor could get herself into more trouble.
"Well, she is right here a you could just asked her in person." Taylor said. Newt's eyes twinkled mischievously as he ignored her and looked at Minho expectantly for an answer. A pit buried itself into Taylor's stomach as she saw that twinkle in his eyes. It just seemed so familiar….
"Well, she said that sleeping…" Taylor plunged back into reality. She gave him a devil's glare as he spoke. Minho waggled his eyebrows evilly, but said, "In your room would be best." She shook her head and rolled her eyes.
"Real mature shuck face." Taylor muttered. Minho smirked at her and Newt looked back and forth between them with a confused look on his face at both their behavior and her language. He shrugged,
"Good choice sweet heart." Newt stood up and stretched. "Might wanna' get going though, it's getting late, and you might wanna' hit the shower before ya' go to sleep." Taylor made a face.
"Did you tell her everything Minho?" Alby, who had been quiet the whole exchange, said with a cold manner.
"Yeah. Thought it would be better going out there knowing all the possibilities." Minho answered good-naturedly.
"Good that. Sadly for you, you have a shucking long day ahead of you" Alby said.
"Yeah. Thanks to you." Taylor added.
"Just doing my job." Alby's face said.
"Your job as in making people trust them, and then sending them to a almost not-so-certain-death?"
"I think we should go, don't you Taylor?" Newt said, elongating the "I", as he pulled her away from Alby before she could finish her sentence. "Your gonna' get yourself in trouble some day talking like that greenie." He said once they had gotten out of the room. Taylor sighed over dramatically, and switched the subject,
"Come on Newt. Pick a name. You've called me Taylor, Sweet Heart, and Greenie so far. Can you please pick one?"
"What ever you say love." He smirked.
"Six-o'clock!" Minho caught up with them. "I'm coming to wake ya' up at 6 green bean." He handed her a black backpack. "And here, this came up with you in the box."
"Thanks." She pursed her lips. "Where's the bathroom?"
"I'll show you, Minho, go get some sleep. You'll be running the maze tomorrow with an extra burden on your shoulders." Taylor scowled.
"I'm not a burden." She punched Newt in the arm.
"That's not for you to say is it?" Minho called back over his shoulder as he jogged away. Taylor scowled again.