The Scorch Trials sneak peak {Thomas love story}

Chapter 4

"It's locked." Newt concludes, his arms falling to his side in defeat.
"Really, genius?" Minho says, his powerful arms folded and tensed, veins bulging all over the place. "No wonder you were named after Isaac Newton - such an amazing ability to think."
"And right now your voice is stopping my ability to think." I retort, making Newt smirk at Minho.
"I wish all those shuck... Cranks," the unfamiliar word seems to throw Minho off a little. "Would shut up!" he adds, now yelling.
"Cranks?" Frypan repeats, though he's been silent this whole time.
"That's what they kept calling themselves. Haven't you heard it?" Minho asks, making a connection that apparently, not a lot of Gladers have. Holy shuck I'm surrounded by idiots.
"I don't care if you call 'em pussy willows," Newt snaps. "Find me something to break through this stupid door."
"Here." A short boy carries something over to Newt, but my eyes widen.
"Newt, I really don't think-" But he's already burst through the freaking door before I can finish my sentence.
"Let's go." Newt says and I bite my lip.
"Are we sure we wanna go out there?" Frypan questions.
"Maybe that door was locked for a reason." Winston chimes in.

"What else're we gonna do?" Minho asks. "Sit here and wait for those loonies to get in?"
"Well, I don't like the sound of that." I mumble, stepping closer to Minho, since he seems to have his shit some-what together."
"Those freaks aren't breaking through the window bars anytime soon." Frypan retorts. "Let's just think for a second."
"Time for thinking is over." I remind him. "Newt already went freaking Hercules on us and busted the door."
"I hate it when you're right." Frypan mumbles, making me grin.
"And sadly for you, that's most of the time." I recall. "So, who wants to go first?" Nobody volunteers and I stare around the room. "Really? In a room full of men, I have to go first?"
"Shuck it, I'll go." Minho steps up and starts walking out of the room. Slowly, Thomas and I follow him and Gladers begin to follow us out. As we walk down the hall, Minho leads us to the common area that the boys ate in last night. It's completely dark and we're stumbling, basically blind. Let's not even begin to describe the smell of the room. What happened in here?! Could it be the Cranks? Minho lets out a yelp, making me jump three feet in the air in fright. "Whoa, be careful. Something... weird's hanging from the ceiling." It sounds like Minho'd rather not know, or explain, what 'Something weird' is. I thank him for that, since I can't even begin to explain it myself. There's a strange groaning sound, almost like something creaking. As if Minho ran into a low-hanging chandelier that started swinging back and forth from the impact. A grunt comes from where I know Newt is, making me turn around to face him. Or, look to where I think he is.
"Table," Newt chokes. "Watch out for tables." I turn around and walk into something myself, letting out a quiet yelp as I do.
"And chairs." I announce, hearing Thomas chuckle a little. I grab onto his arm, making sure it's him, before punching it lightly.