*Terra's POV*
I sat in the tree house for the rest of the day.
It's not like I had anything better to do.
Nothing needed to be done; everyone was just hanging out in groups, talking and laughing.
I could tell Minho hated being cooped up inside the Glade. So did I.
"Yo Gladers! Get all your shucking butts over here!" Minho suddenly shouted.
"Now!" He said when no one moved; now they did.
I climbed down the ladder and walked over to the group; every Glyder was there.
I pushed my way up to Minho.
"Alright, since we're all bored here—or is it just me?—we're gonna play a game! My favorite game!" Minho said. I heard a bunch of groans.
Minho smirked. "Truth or Dare!"
More groans.
I knew what the game was; I've played it before, just can't remember doing so.
"Let's do groups. Me, Chuck, Newt, Terra, Thomas, and Teresa. The rest of y'all work it out." Minho said.
He led us to a spot by the box and we all sat in the soft green grass.
I tried to hide my smile when I reached Newt's side before Teresa; Minho on his other side.
*Newt's POV*
Shuck! Minho knows! He's figured it out! I thought.
*Terra's POV*
"Okay, Chuck, you wanna start?" Minho asked.
Chuck looked around the circle.
"Newt, truth or dare?"
"Truth."
"Oh come on!" Minho said. "We should change it to Dare or Dare."
"Is it true you ate a cricket?" Chuck giggled.
"What? Who keeps telling everyone that?" Newt through his arms in the air, pointedly looking at Minho.
"No, it's not true." He finished.
Chuck and I started laughing, which made Newt smile.
"Okay, Newt. You go." Thomas says.
"Minho, truth or dare?"
"Duh. Dare." Minho said.
"Ok, I dare you to eat Frypan's leftover stew." Ooo!
Fry's fresh stew was bad enough. Ick.
Without a word, Minho ran into the kitchen. He came out a minute later and threw up; we all laughed.
"Minho's turn." Thomas said when Minho was sitting in the circle again.
"I'll make you pay for that, Newt." He said. A wicked smile spread across his face and I got a bad feeling.
"You have to choose dare, since you chose truth last time, so I dare you..." he paused for dramatic affect.
"To dare Terra to choose dare." Newt and I swapped confused glances.
"Ok. Terra I dare you to choose dare?"
"K. Dare." Where was this going?
"Terra, I dare you to kiss the cutest boy in the Glade." Ahah! I should have known!
Wait...so...
I just sat there. Everyone in our circle was staring at me.
"I-I..." What was I supposed to say? I felt so awkward.
"I think we all know who she's gonna pick," Minho looked pointedly at Newt.
Newt shook his head and laughed nervously. "Stop it, man." He avoided my eyes. Or was I avoiding his?
Probably both.
"Well, Terra?" Chuck asked.
I just sat there, paralyzed.
Then something at the Glade doors caught my eye.
"Minho..." apparently none of them caught the obvious horror in my voice, because when I glanced at them, I would've laughed if it weren't for what I saw at the doors.
Thomas looked shocked but was smiling, Teresa seemed relieved (hm I wonder why?), Chuck giggled and elbowed Minho, who looked puzzled and surprised, and then Newt. His emotions were almost heartbreaking.
He was surprised, but clearly deeply disappointed. I was about to ask why when he then seemed to realize something.
He met my eyes and I glanced towards the doors. He followed my gaze.
"Guys..." he said quietly.
The others were laughing and teasing Minho, who still looked confused.
"GRIEVER!" Someone shouted from another group.
And then chaos. And death.
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The Maze Runner (Terra+Newt)
Fanfiction*i do not own the characters in this story besides Terra. The others belong to James Dashner.* It was dark. And loud. I was in a cage that was moving, but in which direction I was not sure. Terra arrives in the Glade like all the others...
