Your pov
I wake to a loud, metal sound. I gasp as I cough, desperately trying to get air in my lungs. I speed upward as I realize that the box was made of metal. I see a red light in the distance and prepare to slam into it. But I don't. The box just stops. I sit in darkness, awaiting my future. Blinding light then pours in the cracks that causes the box to open. When my eyes adjust, I see about fifty boys standing around the box. I gasp. Panic begins to set in. A blonde boy jumps down. "What do you see, Newt?" Someone asks. "It's a girl," He says, shocked. Why's he so shocked? Am I the only girl? The boy called 'Newt' looks at me. His eyes soften. He holds out a hand to help me but I reject it and clamber over to some crates labeled 'WICKED'. For some reason, it sounded familiar. I climb them and land on grass. Boys around me wolf whistle. I stand up, brushing off my pants. I then start to run to what I think are woods. "We've got a runner!" I hear behind me. I climb a tree and hide there. I feel tears fall. What the hell was happening?! Where am I? Is there an escape? I sob quietly as I think. "You alright up there, Greenie?" A voice calls with a thick British accent. I tense up. "I'm fine," I said through gritted teeth. "Your clearly not, come down. We won't hurt you," The boy says. I sigh in defeat and climb down slowly. The boy looks at me. "Names Newt, Greenie," He says, sticking out a hand for me to shake. I reluctantly take it and shake it. He smiles and leads me out the woods. All the boys stand there, some licking their lips, and some wink at me. I feel my heart speed up as I want to run away again. "It's okay, love. Don't freak out," Newt whispers in my ear, causing goosebumps. A dark skinned boy walks over. "Names Alby. Welcome to the Glade." The Glade? What's a Glade? Alby continues. "Newt is second in command. He will give you the tour tomorrow. Get some rest. Newt, take her to your room for the night." Groans erupt from the crowd of boys. "Come on, Alby!" One says. I hide behind Newt. "Shut up you slintheads!" Alby yells. Newt wraps an arm around my waist. "If I see any of you shanks touch her, you'll be in the pit or even banished!" Newt snaps. "You're touching her," One Glader remarks. "Because I can, bloody shuck-face," Newt says. A korean boy steps out. "Find anything, Minho?" The boy shakes his head. "Nothing," He adds. Newt looks down at me. "It's okay, love." He whispers to me. I peek from behind him. "Greenie, this is Minho." I look at the boy. He nods. "Hello Greenie." I smile. "Hi," I say in barley a whisper. Newt squeezes my hand gently. As a sign of reassurance. I bite my lip. Suddenly, I remember something. "Y/n," I whisper to myself. "What?" Newt asks. "My name. It's y/n! I remember my name!" I scream happily. Newt smiles at me.
Newt pov
She's so beautiful. Especially when she smiles. Everything about her is perfect. I can't help but smile at her happiness. When I touched her hand, my heart stopped. I loved her. Even if I just met her. It was love at first sight. She was stunning. Later, a bonfire is held. I grab a jar of Gally's special drink and gulp down a huge sip. It burns my throat, but it feels good. "Come on, Greenie, wanna see what your made of?" Gally asks. "Stop calling me Greenie. I have a name you know." Gally smirks. He charges at her, but she steps to the side and Gally falls on his face. Y/n the kicks Gally in the nuts. He stands up, towering over her. But she stands her ground. He goes to punch her, but she blocks it. Gally looked shocked. She took his arm threw him to the ground. He stands up and punches her in the face and she punches him in the stomach. Blood pours from her nose. "Alright, let's get some sleep," Alby says, clapping his hands. I grab y/n's arm and drag her to my room. She has blood pouring from her mouth, nose, and has a small scratch on her cheek. I take a wet cloth and dab at her nose, causing her to wince. I then start on her mouth. Her full lips. I want to kiss them. I fight the urge and work on the scratch, biting my lip in concentration. I finally finish and let her change into one of my other shirts. "I'm done," She says. I look at her and she looks so good. I let her take one side of the bed, and I take the other. Her thigh is touching me and I shiver. One layer. (Looking for Alaska). I ignore the need to hold her in my arms. She has soft snores escaping her lips. I finally fall asleep, still wanting to hold her.
