Lost in a Maze

Chapter 34: Tension

Newt was halfway across the Glade by the time I was leaving Gally, I'd searched the homestead to find someone to watch him, but the place was empty. I ran out and bumped into Emily, "Can you watch Gally or find someone to?!" I asked her frantically, my eye still on Newt.

"Yeah sure why?" She asked, trying to hold me steady.
"I'm going to talk to Newt, fuck this silence we are talking, now."

"Ok good, good luck!" She wished me, and let me go so I could run after Newt who'd just disappeared into his hut.
The sun was already setting, showering the Glade with the deep orange glow. The change from day to night always happened remarkably fast, I could never understand how the sun seemed to be so much faster than I was used to.

"Newt!" I pushed open the door with my eyes closed, just incase he was getting changed.
He didn't jump, or make any sudden movements, he just merely looked up at me topless, his t-shirt in hand. He'd expected me to follow. He stayed, he didn't try to leave. Maybe he did want to have this conversation.

"What?" He said simply rolling his head back, as if he were already bored with me.

Trying to focus on his face and not his abs, I drew in a breath and said, "We need to talk. I don't care how long you were planning on avoiding this, it's happening now."

He threw the t-shirt down and sat on my old bed, folding his arms and leaning back against the wall, tilting his head slightly. "Alright then, yeah I think we do actually."

"Great." I said, shutting the door with one hand and sitting down on the end of the bed. "So what's the matter? Why've you been ignoring me the past few days?"

"Why?!" He scoffed, apparently astounded that I 'didn't understand'. "Are you serious?!" He furrowed his brows, looking at me as if I had three heads.

"No Newt you know what?!" I sat up straighter, "I should be the one who's pissed off, not you. I should be angry, but do you see me getting all snappy with you?"

"I have every right to be angry with you." He snapped, not breaking the eye contact between us.

"No you don't?! It should be the other way around!" I argued back.

"Oh alright," He started sarcastically, pushing himself off the bed. "So you dancing on Minho and actually licking his abs in front of me was alright?!"

Slightly lost for words, I looked around the room aimlessly. "I was drunk." I stated finally, not looking at him.

"No, no you don't get to blame that on being drunk, don't fucking fuck with me!" He yelled, standing up in front of me.

"You broke up with me!" I shouted back, standing up so we were face to face, and he didn't have as much of an intimidating height difference. "What the fuck does it matter?!"

"That still doesn't make it right." He said sharply, I pushed him back so I could move somewhere I had the freedom to walk backwards. I felt too trapped between him and the bed.

I turned around to look at him again, a metre away from his back wall. "Well it doesn't make it wrong. It's not like I cheated on you, besides you don't love me anymore Newt you made that quite fucking clear."

"It's desperate, that's what it is. You were so desperate. Desperate for love, desperate to feel something." He seethed, his teeth gritted. "Just can't do anything for yourself."

"Fuck you Newt, you have no reason to be mad. Not when you're 'over me', not when you keep trying to hurt me." In pure spite of him, desperate only to hurt him the way he was hurting me, but also so annoyingly distracted by his perfect figure, I went on. "You know maybe Minho is exactly what I need, maybe Minho will love me more than you ever did."