With Newtmas 2

Grievers Choice part 2

THOMAS POV:

I think these clothes are pajamas. They were warm and comfy. I changed and found Newt waiting outside. 

"Dinner is ready Tommy" said Newt. 

"Great but can I ask you something" I asked as we walked. 

"Go ahead" said Newt. 

"Why is everyone here so polite? I'm not complaint and I'm glad you are all nice to someone when they come up in the box but I don't know. Some of this seems like too much" I said. 

"I'll bloody explain tomorrow okay" asked Newt. 

"Good that" I said. 

I'm starting to use their language. I noticed the box was still open. 

"Hey the box, it's still open" I said pointing to it. 

Newt looked over at it. 

"Oh, the box won't go back down till after the grievers decide your fate" said Newt. 

"Grievers" I asked. 

Newt patted my back. 

"Don't worry about it shank. It is just a bloody ritual or what ever we like to do with the newbie every month. You'll be fine though" said Newt. 

I guess that is good. Grievers might be judges or something and it's not like these boys will throw me to my death. We made it to the kitchen. It was empty. 

"Where is everyone else" I asked. 

"It's just you Tommy. You are allowed to pick one person to join you if you wish but you don't have to" said Newt. 

"Well, I hate being alone. It gives me anxiety so. We can both eat if you want" I said nervously. 

"Only if it's a date" said Newt. 

I blushed. 

"I'll take that as a yes" said Newt. 

He kissed my cheek and sat down. I sat down next to him. 

"Does this mean we are dating" I asked. 

"Do you want to date" asked Newt. 

I blushed harder. 

"Ya um yes. I am just wondering if we are moving to fast but we can date" I said. 

"Good" said Newt. 

He kissed my lips and we started eating. It was amazing. The cooks are really good at their job. This food makes professional chefs look like amitures. Maybe. I guess I'm lucky the food is amazing and not sand paper that looks like food. I could of ended up in a place where the cooks were terrible. Luckily I didn't. Newt and I talked as we ate. I liked this date. It was perfect. We talked about little things like stories about what happened before I came up. One shank was so tired all day he walked around in his boxers. We finished and then Newt ran off. He told me to wait in the kitchen for Minho who will bring me to the ritual. I wonder what it is. I hope they don't have to beat the klunk out of me. Minho entered the kitchen. 

"Come on shank" said Minho. 

I stood up and walked up to Minho. He turned me to face away from him and started tying my hands behind my head. I was so confused. 

"Uh, Minho what are you doing" I asked. 

"Relax, I'll cut it before you leave" said Minho. 

Leave? But I just got here. Did I do something wrong? Was everything just a test and I wasn't suppose to accept it? Minho finished and we started walking. Minho held my hands so I can't run. To be honest where would I run? My hands are tied. We made it to the opening in the wall. Everyone stood there with poles or a spear. I started to get scared. We stopped walking. 

"Thomas, do you wish to become a true glader" asked Alby.