WICKED is not Good

Minhos Dream

When I wake up the next morning to Minho screaming.

"What the klunk?" I whisper. Then I think, 'Wow this language is really catching unto me.'

"AHHHHHHHHHHHH SHES BAD!" Minho screams.

I hear running.

Newts voice makes me smile. "Minho-" He panted. He took a few breaths to speak again. "What the shuck? What's wrong?"

"I saw something in a dream."

I walk outside and Minho glares at me.

"What did you see?" Thomas asked.

Minho points at me. "Her! The Greenie. The little innocent Greenbean was in my dream. And you know what she did?"

I give Minho a confused look. But I desperately wanted to know.

"She led me to a griever and she killed it and then did some weird klunk."

I raise my eyebrows. "Minho? Are you sure you're not lying to get me in the Slammer?"

"Umm... No." Minho looks back and worth with his eyes.

Thomas walks to me and so does Newt.

"Minho that's low. Even for you." Thomas says.

Newt clears his throat. "Well he is a keeper. His punishment will be to see if Sierra can be a Runner."

"WHAT?!" Thomas and Minho say together.

"Newt I would rather be in the Slammer!" Minho almost screams.

"Sorry Minho, you're a keeper and you have duties to do." Newt said sternly.

Minho groans. Thomas looks like he's thinking.

"Newt you can't do that to Sierra. She's so fragile, and... And you can't send her in that!" He points to the maze. "Please Newt please." Thomas argues.

"Sorry Tommy. Plus Minho has to see if she's even able to be a Runner."

Newt telling Minho to give me a chance at being a runner excites me.

"I, am not fragile! Thomas you don't know me." I shout at Thomas.

"I know you enough!"

Newt left with a smug look on his face.

"Then what do you know?!"

Thomas softens, only a little. "I know you get defensive. I know you've cried a lot in the past few days." Now Thomas was taking steps towards me, his voice getting quieter with every step to me. "I know you hate cooking. I know you have a big heart filled with care." He was only a step away from me now. "I know I have a really strong connection to you, and I know you feel it too." His lips were only a inches away.

"I do have a strong connection to you." I whisper.

All of a sudden his lips crash on mine. And relax and wrap my arms around his neck.

Thomas breaks away, "I don't want you getting hurt." He whispers with his forehead touching mine.

I nod. "I want to be a Runner though."

He sighs, "We will talk about this later." And he grabs my hand and takes me to the kitchen.