𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐍, 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗆𝖺𝗌

Chapter 2: Thomas and Y/n

~Y/n P.O.V.~

Newt, the boy, and I all sat on the ground, our backs against a log as the other boys all stood around the bonfire.

"Hell of a first day, Greenie's." Newt spoke, glancing at us. I sat in-between the two as both the other boy and I nodded. "Here. Put some hair on your chests." The blonde then held out a glass full of liquid, which I declined and he gave it to the boy.  

He took it, taking some into his mouth, only to gag and spit it back out, starting to cough as Newt laughed.

"Oh, my god!" He coughed, handing the drink back to Newt. "What is that?"

The blonde chuckled. "I don't even know. It's Gally's recipe. It's a trade secret." At the mention of the boy, us three all looked back to him, seeing him fighting a boy in a circle.

"Yeah, well, he's still an asshole." The boy murmured, making me nod in agreement.

"He saved your lives today." Newt reminded. "Trust me. The maze is a dangerous place."

We all looked at the walls, hearing strange noises come from beyond them.

"We're trapped here, aren't we?" I spoke up.

Newt nodded. "For the moment. But..." He turned himself around, looking over his shoulder. We followed as he pointed at someone. "you see those guys? There, by the fire? Those are the runners. And that guy in the middle there, that's Minho. He's the Keeper of the Runners. Every morning, when those doors open, they run the maze... mapping it, memorizing it, trying to find a way out."

"How long have they been looking?" The boy asked.

Newt stared at us before answering. "Three years."

The boy and I shared a look before I spoke. "And they haven't found anything?"

Newt smirked at me. "It's a lot easier said than done. Listen." He held up his finger, us three staying quiet as we heard more sounds coming from the maze. "Hear that? It's the maze, changing. It changes every night."

"How is that even possible?" I muttered.

"You can ask the people who put us in here, if you ever meet the bastards." Newt smirked at me again. From the corner of my eye, I could see the boy tense at that, narrowing his eyes on the blonde. "Listen, the truth is... the runners are the only ones who really know what's out there. They are the strongest and the fastest of us all. And it's a good thing, too... because if they don't make it back before those doors close... then they are stuck out there for the night. And no one has ever survived a night in the maze."

"What happens to them?" The boy asked.

"Well, we call them Grievers." The blonde gulped. "Of course, no one's ever seen one and lived to tell about it. But they're out there."

The boy and I glanced at each other, keeping eye contact for more seconds then I planned before I broke it, looking at the doors in front of us.

"Right, that's enough questions for one night." Newt started to get up. "Come on. You two are supposed to be the guests of honor."

"Oh, no..." The boy tried, grabbing my hand.

"No!" Newt objected, slowly getting up. "No, come on. Let me show you two around."

We continued protesting, but he ignored it, pulling us both to our feet.

~

Newt led the the boy and I around the bonfire. The boy stayed close to me as possible. I didn't know why, but I liked it. I could feel some of the boys stares on me, probably since they've never seen a girl before.