As I walked up to Frypan to get my breakfast, I heard someone say behind, "Stupid she-bean. She thinks that she can just beat me up and get away with it. Hello no. That shuckface bitch is going to pay." I looked over my shoulder to see Gally talking to one of the younger Builders, who nodded fearfully at Gally.
"How are you feeling, Gally?" I smirked and turned around to face him. He glared at me and stepped forward.
"You'll be sorry, Greenie, for what you've done," Gally whispered and walked off. Rolling my eyes, I stepped forward with my plate towards Frypan.
"Don't be threatened by him, Lizzy. He doesn't have the brains to plan anything even remotely harmful," Frypan smiled kindly at me and plopped some eggs and bacon onto my plate.
"Thank you, Frypan," I smiled and sat down at an empty table. Soon, I was joined by Newt and Alby.
"Hello, Lizzy," Alby said kindly and dug into his scrambled eggs.
"Hello, Alby," I replied. "You finally woke up, Blondie," I said, nudging Newt with my shoe.
"Very funny, she-bean," he said and nudged her back.
"I'm sorry I didn't get to show you around the Glade, Lizzy. I had a lot of stuff going on. Did Newt manage to get you all settled in?" Alby asked.
I replied, "Yes. It's all good, Alby. So, what am I doing today?"
"You'll be going around and trying out for your job. In the Glade, everybody does their part, never hurt another Glader, and most importantly, never go into the Maze."
At first Winston, Keeper of the Slicers, was quite unimpressed with me. "You sure the she-bean can handle it, Newt?" he had asked.
"She's tough, Winston. Come find me when you're done," Newt put a hand on my shoulder. "I should be in the Gardens."
"Tough," Winston muttered. "Tough my ass."
"I suggest you shut up and tell me what to do around here before I cut you with a knife," I snapped. Winston blushed but led me to the back of the Bloodhouse where they had an impressive row of knives. Though the work was very tedious, I got through it just fine.
"Wow, Greenie," Newt said after Winston's report. "Winston tells me you did everything quite nicely, and you didn't run away screaming."
"Haha, Newt. What's next?" I punched him lightly on the arm.
"Well, lunch is in just a little bit, so I guess you can just wait here until I'm done," Newt replied and plopped another tomato into his basket.
After lunch, which had been sandwiches and some salad, Newt led her to the Track-hoes. Though Zart seemed nice enough, he was way overprotective of all the gardening tools. After I had managed to ruin about ten tomatoes, Newt finally decided that it would be best if I just stayed away from the Gardens.
"I'm sorry, Zart," I called out before Newt waved me away. Newt smirked but said nothing.
"What?" I glared and nudged him.
"Nothing. I'm just wondering how you could fail at picking tomatoes and putting them in a basket," Newt smirked.
"Why are you in the Gardens anyway? I thought you were second-in-command," I said, dying to change the subject.
"I help out wherever. But most of the Builders are fine, I don't feel like working with the Sloppers, and right now, Clint and Jeff are fine," Newt replied, leading me to the Maze doors.
"What are we doing?" I asked.
"We're gonna wait for the Runners to get back," Newt said. "I need to talk to Minho."
"I thought that as soon as the Runners came back they had to go to the Map Room or something," I replied. This was so confusing.
"Yeah, but it's urgent," Newt said and plopped himself down by a tree. After a while, I sat next to him. There was a slight breeze; several flowers were nearby. Picking them up without another thought, I wove them into a sort of crown. What were we doing in here? Who put us here? Why would they take my memories? What did Newt and I have before all of this.
My thoughts were interrupted by Newt. "Greenie, looks like you got some talent with flowers," he laughed and snatched the crown from my hand. I smacked the back of his head and snatched the crown back.
"We should go grab some dinner," Newt said after quite some time.
"Why aren't they back yet, Newt?" I asked, my lips forming into a frown. "What happens if they don't get back in time, Newt?"
"I think you can figure that out on your own, Lizzy," Newt replied with tired eyes and a weary smile. I nodded.
After dinner, all of the Gladers gathered in front of the doors. Gally was grumbling on about something and occasionally glared at me, but otherwise, no one talked. Newt stood by my side, with a worried expression. "They'll make it, Newt," I reassured him, despite the fact that I was just reassuring myself.
"Can't we go out and look for them?" I questioned.
"No. They either make it back or they don't," Gally said. For the first time ever, there was a hint of sadness and grief in his voice.
"We can't lose anymore people," Newt whispered and slipped his hand into mine. I tensed up, but after a few seconds, I relaxed and curled my fingers around his. I let out a small gasp as the doors came to life and slowly started to close.
"No," I whispered. Newt's hold on me tightened, but no one moved.
Suddenly someone shouted, "Look! There they are!" The Gladers started screaming at Minho and Ben to hurry, but still, no one moved. I could see that Ben was limping slightly and his arm was around Minho's. Gasping, I pried free of Newt's hold and ran towards the Maze. Several people tried to grab my arms, but I wove through them and dove forward. I grabbed Ben's other arm and Minho and I pulled him through, right before the doors slammed shut.
"You!" I heard Gally cry. "She broke on of our rules! The Greenie needs to be punished, Alby. You saw her!"
"Yes, yes, Gally. I have eyes, but we'll talk about this later. Minho, Lizzy, get Ben to the Med-jacks," Alby shouted. Newt ran forward and pulled me into a tight hug, scaring the shit out of me.
"You shuckface! I can't believe you would do that," Newt cried after he had let go of me. I blushed and went back to Ben's side, who did not look happy.
"I'm sorry, Newt," was all I said before I pulled Ben and Minho away.
"He likes you," Ben whispered. Minho snickered but said nothing.
"No, he doesn't, Ben," I sighed and helped Ben onto one of the makeshift beds in the Med-hut. Clint and Jeff leaned over Ben's foot, occasionally whispering.
"Well, Ben. It seems like you've sprained your ankle," Clint said. Jeff rushed to get a wrap from one of the cupboards. After they had treated his ankle, Clint and Jeff left leaving Minho, a very tired Ben, and me alone.
"How are you feeling?" I asked and sat at the edge of the bed.
"Never been better," Ben laughed.
"You stupid piece of klunk," I started to cry. "You could have DIED!" Minho raised his eyebrows, shook his head, and left. Ben bent forward and gathered me into a hug.
"Shh," he said and stroked my hair. Freezing, I remembered Newt doing the exact same thing to me. What the hell? Gasping and then coughing, I wiped away my tears and stood up.
"I have to go, Ben. I'll go get Clint, so he can look after you and stuff. Um, I just have to finish my stuff. Okay, yeah," I stammered and ran out of the room leaving a very confused and hurt Ben behind.
Here you go guys! Chapter three! I really hoped you like it, and I know it was short. I'll be updating later today. If you don't mind, please leave a review telling me if you liked it or what needs improvement. Thanks.