Out Of Order (TMR Fanfic)

Chapter 41- Gaurd Dog

I woke to a landing light that was coming from the sky, aka the sun. I squinted my eyes, trying to adjust to the brightness.

I take a look around me to see all of the other gladers still fast asleep. It's just after sunrise so it's probably around 6am.

I slowly move Newt's arms off of me and slide out of his grip, tip toeing out of the hiding space, careful not to wake the others.

I quietly walked out to the scorch. I hadn't really had a chance to actually see the desert last night because it was dark out and we were all running for our loves; we had better things to be worrying about.

I look ahead to see hundreds of yards worth of desert, dust, and sand. In the far distance, I can see what looks to be the top of a skyscraper. Are their civilizations out here?

I head back down to where the gladers were sleeping, and now, all of them were awake and talking as I approach them.

"Where the bloody hell have you been, Eve?!" Newt asks, as he gets up and wraps himself around me in a hug.

"I was just looking around. Why are you so upset?"

"I was worried that something might have happened to you. I just woke up and you were gone," he explains while pulling away from the hug to meet my eyes.

"Sorry."

"You're forgiven."

The rest of the gladere were getting their things together so that we could leave.

"So, where to now, Tommy?" Minho asks.

"Janson mentioned something about people in the mountains, maybe they can helps us," Thomas explains.

"People in the mountains? Mountain people?" Newt questions.

"Hey, it's the best idea we've got for now so let's just go. I saw a skyscraper a couple of miles out from here, let's head there first to see if there are any inhabitants," I suggest.

"Yes, ma'am," Ren says sarcastically.

We all start walking into the scorch while Minho continually complains about his hair.

"It's not meant for the heat, and I don't have any hair gel!" he whines.

"Minho, just shut it. Nobody wants to hear about your hair needs," Jeff commands. We all laugh, and Newt slightly bumps into me while walking.

"Erm-sorry," he says, kind of awkwardly.

"Is anyone going to talk about this?" Minho asks.

"About what, Minho?" Thomas replies.

"This," Minho says, pointing to me and Newt, "them."

All eyes went to Newt and I, who tried to play it off like we had no idea what he was talking about.

"What about us?" I ask as Newt stays silent next to me.

"You tell me. Are you two dating?" Minho asks.

"No," I answer quickly. Newt looks hurt by how fast I said it.

"So then what's going on? Did something happen?"

"Nothing happened, Minho. What brought all of this on, anyway?" I ask.

"Well, you're acting normal for the most part but Newt, he's acting weird. Not around us, just around you," Minho states, looking over to see an angry Newt throwing daggers with his eyes at Minho.

"Okay, well that's not my fault."

"Forget it, Minho," Newt speaks.

We all continue walking but Newt suddenly move from right beside me to next to Ren and Jeff in the back.