"Minho." I groaned, pushing him off me. He kissed me again, pinning me against the hammock. "Minho." I repeated, pushing him again.
"Hm?" He asked, making eye contact with me. I giggled, knowing that this was certainly not what I thought I would be doing only a few days after I arrived.
"We should probably get to work. Or are you skipping today?"
"Eh, I'm skipping. Thomas skipped yesterday, so now it's my turn." Minho leaned in for another kiss. The gladers had gotten back to work, by Gally's orders. A tingly feeling ran down my spine. Newt had informed me that I would soon be getting my own room, for my privacy. I already knew Minho and I would be sharing it. Who knows? Maybe a new glader will arrive, or someone wants a new hammock.
"Okay, green bean." Newt said, approaching us, "Time for job searching. Any sensitivities?" I shook my head.
"Only blood. Other than that, no."
"Alright, well, uh, let's go." Newt pointed behind him.
"Minho." I said, raising a hand to his chest. "I think Newt wants you to get off me." Minho smirked, as he stood up, pulling me with him. We walked behind Newt, holding hands. Newt was getting a bit irritated by Minho and I.
"Okay, seriously, can you two stop with this gooey show of emotion please? I get it that you're trying to make Maisie feel welcome, but you're not supposed to be greeting her down there, Minho." Newt groaned. Minho and I chuckled.
"Greet me everywhere, or don't greet me at all." I sneered, and started skipping, "So, Newt... What job am I gonna do?"
"Well, what are some of your interests? What do you like to do?" I thought for a moment before answering.
"I like running."
"Oh yeah?" I nodded,
"Yeah. I'm very energetic."
"Hm. Beat Minho in a race, and you can be a runner." Newt stated.
"You are *so* on!" I exclaimed, pumping my fists. "I'll race you..." I scanned the area, "From the homestead, around the hammocks, and back." I challenged Minho, smirking, and sticking out my hand. He shook it, and smiled,
"Deal."
The gladers stood behind Minho and I, cheering,
"You the man, Minho!" One yelled.
"Don't get your shuck-face beat, Minho!" Another exclaimed.
Gally leaned against a nearby tree, not saying anything. "Wait- I wanna make a bet. You're my personal servant for the rest of the day when you lose." Minho chuckled, shaking his head.
"Same for you. Game on." We both got in position, and I began feeling a little nervous.
"3...2..." Newt called out. "1... GO!" Minho and I took off running. We were neck-and-neck, until only a few feet from the finish line. The wind blew my hair behind me, as I crossed it. Newt called out again,
"And the winner is..."
