Trapped (Full Story)

Chapter 42

*Y/n's P.O.V.*

Two weeks later and I'm back in the medhut.

Newt has been given a temporary job as a slopper that only sets tables.

So while he's going around trying to find stuff to do, I'm helping with injuries and organizing the stuff in the medhut.

I had just fixed up another slicer when someone else walks in.

"Hey y/n, can we talk?" A voice with a British accent asks.

"What do you want Newt?" I ask, rolling my eyes.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry! I shouldn't have said what I said! I'm a bloody slinthead and I deserve the silent treatment. But please, I want my best friend back!"

"You have Alby and Minho. And literally every other glader here! You don't need a weak girl as your best friend." I say, focusing on rolling up the bandages.

"Well Minho's always in the maze, and Alby's running things with Nick. And all these other slintheads are... well they're slintheads. But you're not! You're different! You saved me! Y/n, I'm really sorry! Please, let me have my best friend back!" Newt pleads.

I look at him and immediately regret it.

His puppy dog eyes are filling with desperate tears and he looks so hurt.

I yell at myself to look away, to resist.

But I can't.

This is Newt.

I can't be the reason he breaks even more.

"Fine." I sigh, finally breaking free from his spell.

Newt's face lights up in relief and he hugs me. I hesitantly hug him back.

"Thank you," he whispers in my ear.

I nod my head and release a genuine smile. "Alright, now get outta here and find a job ya shank!"

Newt smiles at me before limping out of there with his crutches.

A minute later, someone wraps their arms around my waist and their lips graze my neck.

"Hi gorgeous," Philip says in my ear.

"Get out Philip," I command, slowly going for the pocket knife in pocket.

"No way. I want to have some fun with you." Philip says.

"No Philip, you can hurt me and hate me all you want but I am not your toy!" I say.