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You mutter to yourself, telling you to calm down. Your in the Glade, safe. It's actually almost nicer then the Springs. So why did you hate it?

Boys approach you, whispering and pointing still. Some call out to you, asking questions, but you ignore them.
Reality is sinking in, and you don't like it.

You jump when a hand is placed on your shoulder. You spin around to see Newt, the other boys behind him.
Minho sighs, "Well, guess the whole Glade knows".
He looks at you very judgementally, and you roll your eyes.

The 'Gladers' surround you, all asking questions. But the questions weren't directed at you, but rather at Alby, Minho and Newt.
"Who's she?"
"Where'd she come from?"
"She's kinda hot"
Newt glares at the person who made the last comment, which makes you smile.
Wait, why does it make you smile? Does he maybe.... No. You shake the thought out of your head. That's not important right now.

"Everyone settle down", Alby called our, and the muttering drifted off.
"This is Y/N. Minho found her in the Maze. We're still trying to figure it all out, but for now she'll be staying here".
You whip to face Alby, glaring daggers at him.

"What do you mean I'm staying here? I need to get back to the Springs".
Minho shakes his head, "we have no clue where that is. Listen, I've been through the whole Maze tens of times, and I've never found 'the Springs'".
"Well you can't force me to stay", you say swiftly, turning and sprinting to the large doors that lead into the Maze.

The boys call your name, but you tune them out. You just keep running, until your almost out of the doors, but that's when you hear it.
Please.
You hear Newts voice in your head, and you look over your shoulder at him. His face looks sad, pleading.

You know you should disregard it, keep running into the Maze, but you heard his voice. He spoke to you.
No, that's crazy. He barley knows you, and you two certainly aren't telepathic.
You imagined it. Or at least that's what you'll tell yourself.

You realized that this whole time you've been staring at Newt, and people are looking at you strangely.
You look back into the Maze.
You need to get home. There's no question that you can't stay here. But right now, this place is safe. Well, safer then the Maze, that is. But can you trust these strangers?

As your mentally debating yourself, you notice a low grumble shaking the ground, and you panic.
The doors are closing. You have to make a decision now. You bounce on your heels, looking back and forth between the Glade and the Maze.

Your probably going to regret this later, but, in defeat, you walk back towards the boys in the Glade.

——————

Later that night, after Newt had given you a tour, you sit leaning against a tree, the light of the huge bonfire barley reaching you.

The whole time Newt was showing you the Glade, you watched him closely. Was that really him you heard?
A couple times he caught you staring and he smirked at you, making your face turn a fire hydrant red.
Something about Newt was... different.

Now you sit, watching Gally fight some poor guy.
"Hey". You recognize the voice without even looking up.
"Hi Newt".
He hands you a glass of a muddy coloured substance with a strangely strong aroma. It burned your nose. Newt notices your grimace and chuckles.
"Try it".
Slowly, you bring the drink up to your face, taking a small sip. It tastes kinda terrible, and it takes effort to swallow, but you like the burn of it. You smack your lips.
"Most people spit it out", Newt smiles.
"I can see why".

You sit in awkward silence for a while, every few moments you take another sip of the spicy juice.
"Newt...." you say hesitantly. You want to ask him something, but he's going to think your crazy.
"Yes love?".
Your stomach flutters when he calls you that.
No, it means nothing, you tell yourself.
"Uhm.... earlier, when I was about to run into the Maze, did you... talk to me?". Ugh, you sound so stupid. Why are you so nervous around him?
"Well, yeah. We were all screaming your name".
"But I heard you.... in my head".

He stares at you, clearly befuddled.
"I didn't talk to you in your head, Y/N". His brows furrow as he says it.
It's official: you're crazy.
"Oh". Is all you manage.
You stare at the ground, hoping he'll leave you alone so you can think.

You see Newt's hand in front of your face, and look up to see him standing over you, smiling with his hand outstretched.
"Wanna dance?" He asks with a little crooked grin.
"I dunno..." you mutter; you don't want to make even more of a fool of yourself then you already have.
He rolls his eyes and takes you by the hand, dragging you up to the fire.
"Newt, really—I....", you try to wriggle away as you see how many people there really are. All the Gladers are crowded around either the fire or the fighting circle where Gally continues to pummel innocent children.

People are banging on large drums, and the boom echoes through the Glade.
Newt takes your other hand and begins to dance with you.
Your face feels hot enough to explode.
You can't help but smile as Newt swings you around. A giggle escapes your lips.

You two are having fun, until you bump straight into Gally. Your hands drop from Newts as Gally steps toward you.
"What about you girlie? Wanna fight me?", he asks, cracking his knuckles in a way he must find threatening. But it's not.
"Gally, lay of—," Newt starts, but you smile innocently.
"Sure. I don't usually waste my time on child's play, but why not". You shrug and step into the ring.
"Y/N, this isn't a good idea....", Newt says, and you smile.
"Yeah, I know. But nothing I do is a good idea". You reply, intentionally quoting your memory. When you say that, Newts eyes light up with realization.

"Okay, no more chatting. Time to get beat up", Gally snarls. He doesn't seem to like you very much, for some reason.
"Didn't think you'd be so eager", you grin, readying your hands.
Back in the Springs, you do fighting training all the time, so this shouldn't be too hard.

Gally immediately goes for a low-blow, punching you right in the gut. With the wind knocked out of your lungs, you heave a breath and leg sweep Gally by hooking your foot behind his knee. He crumbles to the ground and you kick his side, then straddle his chest, pinning him down. You brush the hair out of your face and stand up, thinking you'd already won.
Apparently, the fight wasn't over, and Gally tackles you from behind and knocks you to the ground. Your laying face down with Gally on your back.

He has your arms pinned and your whole upper body is crushing under his weight. You struggle to breathe and gasp for air.
"Your crushing her Gally!", Newt shouts. His concern for you makes your heart melt.
But your not giving up. You kick your legs behind you, and feel your foot connect with Gally's jaw.
You squirm out from under him, and begin to walk away. You'd had enough fighting, and you've already won twice.

But as you step away, Gally grabs your ankles and pulls your feet out from under you, causing you to face plant.

You feel blood seeping from your nose and mouth, and your head hurts from your former injury.

Then you black out. Again.

A/N- Not trying to copy the telepathy with Teresa and Thomas, but don't worry, it's different.

My nose decided to start bleeding whilst I was writing this, and I'm technically supposed to be asleep, so I'm not proofreading it. Sorry if it's trash lol.

I'm so happy people are reading this. It's so weird to have other people read stuff I've written.

Thank you for reading, and please comment your feedback.

-A3