The boy with the accent

Chapter 2

 Hey I'm that amazing best friend she's talking about 😘 hope you fall in love with newt like we have. Enjoy! And stay tuned for the next chapter!

Chapter 2

 He quickly explains the whole memory loss, new greenie every month and maze stuff. I try to take it all in but its hard to wrap my head around it.He lead me towards a run down, brown and moldy shack that looked as big as a shed. There were unstable extensions clearly made in a rush attached to every nook and cranny possible. They clearly needed more space than they thought.

"This here is the Homestead. Think of it like the base. We all live there, but most of the gladers sleep outside. The bloody smell inside there is enough to make your nose bleed," Newt said with his thick accent, that I loved hearing. "Do you sleep outside too?" I ask.

"Of course, you can sleep with me by the gardens if you'd like," he smiled a brilliant smirk. I felt my face run red and laughed a bit.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind," I smiled.

He lead the way towards the gardens to show me around. I noticed we were walking at a slow pace. I glanced down at his feet moving at an uneven stride. It was barely noticeable and you could tell he was trying to hide it but there was a ghost of a limp as we trudged along. I figured it was a touchy subject so I brushed it off and made sure to walk at his pace.

We made it to the gardens with the towering trees and ripe, round fruits hanging heavily from the branches.

"You guys take good care of your plants," I say, admiring the vibrant colors and hues. Newt glanced at me with a smirk and I could see the sparkle in those dark orbs.

"You'd make a good Track-hoe, Greenie," he said with a chuckle. I looked at him questioningly.

"Track-hoe?" I said with a knot between my eyebrows.

"Yeah, they are the workers that take care of plants," he said.

"Hm," I turned towards the rest of the glade, "where to next?"

"The Bloodhouse," he looked at me, expecting my reaction. I looked at him with horror, envisioning the worst.

"Dont tell me that's where you like, kill people...?" Newt burst into laughter and I watched confused.

"No, you bloody shank! It's where we butcher our meat," he said, still wiping tears from his eyes. I chuckled nervously. That wasn't much better. He turned to walk towards the dreaded Bloodhouse. "That reminds me... how good are you with blood?" He smirks. I felt my blood run cold. He turned away, knowing I wasn't at all.

We step inside the building known as the Bloodhouse. There were pens filled to the brim with miserable-looking cows, pigs, sheep, chickens and every other farm animal you could imagine. They all looked like they were on death row. The smell of iron and rotten wood was enough to make you nauseas.

"That's Winston. Keeper of the Bloodhouse. He's the best in this business," as soon as Newt finished his sentence the the clang of the cleaver slicing through the meat against the wooden table made me flinch. Newt chuckles solemnly. "Maybe not for you, c'mon," he said.

As we made our way towards the woods I grabbed his shoulder gently and stopped in my tracks. He turned to look at me. He looked me up and down as if looking for a sign of illness.

"You alright, Y/N?" He looks worried. I stare back at the woods as the veil of night started to lay over the sky. The shadows seems to leak out of the mangled trees and underbrush.

"I.. I'm not going in there, Newt," I look back at him not even attempting to cover my anxiety. His gaze softens as he steps towards me so he's right in front of me. The moonlight accentuates his features and right there, I realize just how handsome he is. I roam my eyes across his features trying to burn this memory permanently in my memory.

"That's alright. Maybe another time," he smiles and I instantly relax. I nod and he turns to lead the way towards the Homestead. I give the woods one last lingering glance, full of curiosity and fear. I don't know what about the stalking shadows and gnarled branches that leaves my face so pale but I know it's not irrational. Something traumatic I can't seem to remember. I run to catch up with Newt, brushing it off.