WICKED is not Good

Thomas' Kiss

Ever since the kiss I've been feeling tingly, but I don't know if it's good or not.

I like Thomas, and I like Newt, and even though he's a shuck face to me, I like Minho.

"Sierra?" Thomas says.

He pulls me out of my thoughts. "Hmm?"

"I've been calling your name for a few minutes. Are you okay?"

I nod, "Yeah. I've just been thinking about, being a runner." I lie quickly.

I don't want to hurt him. I'm very uncertain about who I really like. I mean, I just got here. They can't really make me choose when I've only been here a few days.

There was a worried look on Thomas' face. I think he knows what I'm thinking about.

"Okay Sierra. Well we need to talk about that later. Right now, I need to get inside the maze. I got a job to do." He hugs me quickly, then jogs away to the Map room.

'What are you going to do Sierra?' I ask myself.

"Heylo Sierra." Newt calls behind me.

"Hey, Newt."

"You ready to be a Runner?" He asks.

"I don't know. Newt thanks for doing that for me."

He smiles, "No problem Greenie."

Newt hugs me and walks me into the forest.

"Sierra, I've been in the Maze before, I was a runner. Before I got this limp."

"Newt don't start telling me about the Maze and how I shouldn't-" I start.

"Sierra. Let me finish."

I nod.

"I want you to be careful. Grievers are no best friend, if you even got stung by one. I swear-"

I hug Newt.

"Thanks." You smile.

"Go get ready for training tomorrow. Early sleep, and eat."

He walks away leaving you with mixed emotions.

~ sorry for the short chapter ~