Till the end :A Newt / The Maze Runner fanfic

Chloe

I froze when I saw him walking down the hall. It couldn't be him, I thought to myself. He's not real. He's fake. Fictional. As he started to walk down the hall past me I saw that he had noticed my staring. Our eyes locked for a moment before I awkwardly looked down at the ground of my high school hall.

James told me that someday I was going to meet Newt and the rest of them...but I just thought he was crazy. The stories that James had given me were great, sure, but a maze? Cranks? But the moment he walked past me I knew it was him. I don't know how. I just did. I had just seen Newt. Newt. The crank.

Jumping out of my shock (of seeing a fictional character), I turned around to where he had walked past me. My eyes scanned through the sea of high school students until I saw the back of Newt's blond head. I started rushing forward, pushing past everyone that stood in between Newt and I. After receiving some unintelligible words from students I knocked into, I reached him. Without thinking, my arm reached out and grasped his shoulder roughly. He spun around with an irritated look and shook my hand off of his shoulder.

"What are you bloody doing?" His British accent echoed rang out and I immediately felt in love with it.

"I-I..." I know who you are, "I thought you looked familiar. I thought I knew who you were." I lied examining his face. His brown eyes seemed to sparkle and match the blond hair.

He slowly raised a light colored eyebrow before looking me up and down. "I don't believe I've eva' met ya before."

"I kno-" I stopped myself midsentence, trying to think of something to say. Brushing my hair back-which was the color of a raven's feather- I sucked in a breath. "I'm Chloe."

"I'm Newt..." Something like a smiled appeared on his face. "Why were ya so determined to bloody talk to me?"

"The person I thought you were is...important. Very important. I need to change their fate."

Newt's smile faded as he opened his mouth to say something, to probably ask a question, but before he could an Asian boy approached him from behind and came to Newt's side. The boy slung an arm around Newt's shoulders and tilted his head ever so slightly at me.

"I'm Chloe." I said in a shaky voice and extended my hand. It was Minho! My most favorite character from the stories!

Minho stared at my hand for what seemed like hours before looking up where his eyes met mine. "Not interested. I just came to talk to Newt." Newt nudged him a little and I reluctantly put my hand back at my side.

"I'm sure you were Minho." I rolled my eyes. Then my eyes widened and I quickly covered my mouth. I can't believe I slipped up. "I-I mean-"

Minho's stern look cut me off. "How did you know my name?"

This time Newt rolled his eyes. "Minho you don't have to be rude all the time."

Newt undid Minho's arm from his neck and grabbed it then started to walk away. Let me tell you one thing; trying to get to someone in a crowd of tall high school students is nearly impossible. Like a magic trick, Newt and Minho both vanished into the group of many students. I groaned and walked to my other class. But first, I had to make a stop at my locker.

Opening my locker tardily, I glanced behind me, like someone would be watching my every move. Of course no one was there. When my locker was fully open I stared at the four books in front of me and chose the first one hastily. It was the maze runner.