My Muse

Talking Isn't My Thing

I walked over to them, they seemed to be laughing about something. "Hello." I greeted, sitting down next to Newt, he looked at me confused.

"Where's your food?" He asked, that's when I frowned.

"I forgot about it."

"I'll go get it for you." He insisted, before I had a chance to object he stood up and walked away.

"You're Catlin, right? Chuck's sister?" The asian guy asked, I simply nodded in reply.

"I'm Minho, this is Thomas." He introduced as he gestured to the boy I came up in The Box with. An akward silence came into the air, then Newt came back with my food and a bright smile.

"There you go." He said, setting the plate in front of me and a water bottle. I started earing slowly, the silence still hanging over us. Newt, Minho, Thomas, and Chuck started talking amongst themselves, which I was perfectly fine with because talking isn't my thing. After I finished I said my goodbyes and started walking towards the Dead Heads.

Once I got there, I sat down on a tree stump and started singing.

You light me up inside
Like the 4th of July
Whenever your around, I
always seem to smile
And people ask me how.
Well you're the reason why I'm
Dancing in the mirror and
Singing in the shower

La la di, la la da, la la da
Singing in the shower
La la di, la la da, la la da
Singing in the shower

There ain't no guarantee
But I'll take a chance on we
Baby let's take our time
(Singing in the shower)
And when the times get rough
There ain't no giving up
'Cause it just feels so right
(Singing in the shower)

I opened my eyes to see everyone from the Glade standing around me, not close, just around. "Um... Hi?" I akwardly said, standing up, I looked into a boy's eyes, he looked about 16 with black hair that barely covered his light green eyes and his tan skin was covered in sweat. He looks like he's about to die or something, I thought. I looked into his eyes more clearly, they looked dull, lifeless, like he can't control himself. But something else stood out, the lust in his eyes- everyone's eyes now that I looked around. I started freaking out, they aren't moving, they're not talking, just... staring at me, like I'm some angel or something. Where's Newt, maybe he could see what's wrong. I started looking around tge crowd of boys, I stood on the tree stump to get a better look. I finally saw Newt's face, his warm brown eyes as lifeless as the other boys. "Newt! Newt! NEWT!!" He started walking towards me, the rest of the boys glaring at him with anger. I stepped off and ran towards him. "What's happening?" He didn't say anything, all he did was look at me with dreamy eyes, he tucked a piece of loose hair behind my ear. My face flushed as he stared at, me with an awe-struck smile, he grabbed my waist as he stared into my eyes. Suddenly, his soft lips planted onto mine, my eyes widened as I realized what was happening. But before I could react, Newt was ripped away from me, and quite hard might I add.

"You shuck face!" I heard a familiar voice yell, I saw Minho glaring at him as Thomas came up next to me, all the biys except Thomas started surrounding Newt.
"What's going on?!" I shouted, as I tried to run to Newt's aid but Thomas had a firm grip on my waist. Thomas responded with one simple sentence that confused the hell out of me.

"He touched what's ours."

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DUN! DUN! DUUUUUNNN! Why do you think the Gladers were acting insane? What do you think happened? Why do you think everyone got mad when Newt kissed Catlin? And what did Thomas mean by 'He touched what's ours'? Find out in the next chapter!!