THE ERROR (Newt Fanfiction)

Bloody In Love: Chapter 22

HEEEEY! I'm back! I actually just really wanted to update so um ya...Its short

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Kayla runs.

She doesn't quite know why, it's just feels natural when you're mad.

She runs full speed into the Deadheads. She let's out small breaths occasionally, her chest pounding as she sprints.

Kayla gains more speed as she enters the thick trees, twisting around branches and stumbling over roots. Her boots thump on the ground and she continues to run.

"Ow!"

A slight pain zips across her right thigh and she looks down, still running, to see a trickle of blood coming from a rip in her jeans, up a little higher than mid-thigh.

Kayla struggles to wipe it off, her eyes down and suddenly, "Oof!"

She slams into someone, at least, she thinks it's a someone. They both tumble backwards, and an incredibly short moment of silence hits as they are sent back and then hit the ground.

Kayla winces in pain, pulling herself to her feet.

She looks over with dread and sees Newt, finding balance on the hard earth.

Kayla stumbles back slightly and then steps forward.

"I'm....I'm sorry..I didn't see...-"

"No, no it's uh...it's fine I was just bloody um...looking...looking for something."

She lowers her gaze, an awkward silence filling the afternoon sky.

Suddenly, Newt sighs and walks forward, their bodies inches apart, him looking down on her, their  height difference pretty obvious.

"Listen, I'm really sorry...I didn't mean to kiss you-I mean, I might have meant it..but no..no I didn't I mean I didn't, I thought, you might have been...I just-" Newt's hand is rubbing the back of his neck, his gaze showing his sudden interest in the leaves below him.

"Hey...don't worry about it."

Kayla looks up at him, slightly smiling.

"I didn't...I didn't mind."

Newt turns his gaze to her, blushing. Then, it goes away.

"I never told you how I got this limp."

Whatever smile she had, fades.

"No...you didn't."

"I tried to kill myself."

The sudden change in the conversation took Kayla aback, and she steps the slightest bit closer to him.

"What?"

"I climbed halfway up those bloody walls and jumped off. Didn't work. Bloody ivy caught my leg and then I was on the floor."

Kayla swallows, pain for the poor boy filling her heart.

"I didn't...I didn't know."

"No, you didn't."

He removes his hand from his neck and puts it down next to his side, now slightly touching hers since she had moved closer.

"Listen, If you like Thomas, I'm fine with that. He really-"

"I don't like Thomas. We're friends, Newt."

"Oh."

Embarrassment washes over his face and his tan hoodie is suddenly increasingly uncomfortable, shifting it around often.

Silence passes for a long moment, the only sound coming from the Glade. Newt avoids her gaze, embarrassed, and she constantly stares at him.

Then, Kayla can't take it anymore. She steps as close to him as she physically can and grabs his shirt. Stepping as high onto her tip-toes as she can, Kayla uses his hoodie for height and she leans in.

Kayla presses her lips into his, feeling the soft pair on hers. She pulls tightly on his clothes until his hands go under her arms on her sweatshirt, pulling her up and relieving her feet from the pain.

He swings her over and she wraps her legs around his waist, now above him. Kayla releases from the kiss, her forehead on his, her hair hanging over down to his face and her hood up over most of it.

She smiles warmly, he smiles back.

"I'm bloody in love with you, too."