The girl from the scorch

12

The drink tasted vile in my mouth. I almost stop the whole thing over the girl.

The woman who gave us the drink glared daggers at me as she stormed off in a hurry, clearly annoyed I took the drink instead of Newt. As she started to walk away, I did the same, grabbing Newts arm and dragging him behind me. He gave me the most puzzled look as I pulled him behind me, clearly wondering why I took the vile liquid.

As we walked through the crowd, I grabbed a cup out of some random drunk persons hand, who clearly didn't even notice and just continued dancing. I bought the cup towards my mouth as Newt begins to yell at me.

"Y/n what the bloody hell are you doing! You can't just go around drinking random drinks!" He shouts over the blasting music, trying to grab the cup out of my hand. Before he could reach the cup, I opened my mouth letting the vile alcoholic liquid I had been holding in my mouth escape.

Newt looks at me, his eyes wide, mouth open, staring to me. The longer he looks the more I can see a smirk rising on his face.

"Your bloody brilliant"

With that I allow a smirk to rise onto my lips too as we both start laughing. Our laughter soon dies out and I quickly soot Brenda walking into the room, clearly drunk.

"Newt, Brendas over there" I say, motioning towards the doorway. He follows my line of sight before he grabs my hand and starts pushing his way past the crowds of people.

As we reach Brenda, she notices us and stumbles in our direction.

"Y/n! Where have you been! It's so fun here" she yells at me, still clearly drunk. I give a worried look towards Newt as we both step closer to Brenda, each grabbing one of her arms. We each throw one over our shoulders and make our way to the stairs, pushing past numerous people as we go. Everyone we pass is either dancing, drinking or offering other people drinks. Newt and I constantly have to stop Brenda from grabbing more alcohol from others and drinking it but eventually we reach the stairs.

Between the two of us, we lugged Brenda up the stairs, her feet dragging behind her as we went. When we got to the top, we made our way into the room where we could hear Jorge yelling at Marcus, obviously trying to get answers from him.

Me and Newt appear at the doorway, Brenda around our shoulders, when suddenly I hear Mollie running towards us. Minho follows slowly behind her as she runs towards me and hugs my legs tightly. I pass Brenda off to Minho, thanking him, and pick up Mollie as she eventually lets go of my leg.

We make our way over towards the rest of the group, greeting them as we pass as they all say hi back. Carrying Mollie, I walk towards Brenda who has been placed on a chair by Minho and Newt. She is drinking a bottle of water whilst holding her head, clearly developing a hangover from all the alcohol she has drunk.

"How you feeling" I ask her, a slight laugh in my voice to which she glared at me.

"I feel like shit" she says as her glare intensifies, telling me I should walk away.

With that I begin to make my way over towards the chair Newt has seated himself on. I sit in the arm of it with Mollie on my lap, only to have her reach out towards Newt to sit with him. Without second thought, I lift her up and place her on his lap as he gives me a confused look till he registers what's going on. He lets out a small laugh as Mollie leans in towards his chest and lays on him, almost falling asleep. I stare at the two as Newt looks down at Mollie but suddenly the moment is ruined.

"Tell me where they are hermano!" Jorge yells at Marcus, snapping all of us out of our gaze and towards him. "I don't enjoy hurting you"

Just as he says this, I hear a gasp from the corner of the room. Thomas had woken up.

"Good to have you back shank" Minho commented.

"Looks like you've been having fun" this time it was Newt sitting next to me. I turn to him with a smirk as he laughs quietly to himself.

"Come on Marcus just tell us where the right arm is" Jorge continues to interrogate. Hearing the commotion, Thomas whips his head round to look at Jorge and Marcus in the centre of the room.

"This is Marcus?" Thomas questions.

"He catches on quick. Hey are you the brains of the operation" Marcus comments, laughing to himself as he says so. This only earns him a hard glade from Thomas as he sulks around the room to stand behind the chair Newt and I were situated on.

"Anyway, I burned that bridge a long time ago" Marcus explains " WICKED needs immune, I supply that for them"

Me and Jorge share a disgusted look at the thought of what Marcus does to these kids.

"I lure them all in, they get drunk, have a good time then later WICKED comes is, separated the weak from the rest and takes whoever they need" he tells us, only justifying his point about how much of a scumbag he is.

"I lied hermano, I do enjoy hurting you!"Without second thought, Jorge punches him round the face and pushed the chair Marcus is tied to over, pulling out a gun and aiming to at his head.

"Okay okay I'll tell you, but I'm not making any promises, these guys like to move around a lot." He stutters, finally giving in. "They have an outpost in the mountains, hard to get to. You've got half of WICKED on your ass your never gonna make it"

"Not on foot. Where's Bertha?" Jorge asks with a smirk on his face.

"No please... not Bertha"
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