𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚜 / 𝙽𝚎𝚠𝚝𝚡𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

4

I sat down on a log waiting for the so-called party to start. Everyone finished their work and started gathering around the pile of wood. Soon as the sun set the atmosphere changed drastically.

Everyone was so cheerful and lively, I couldn't have possibly imagined these people were able to have fun in this place.

I walked around some more until the British boy caught up to me.

"Y/n! There you are!" he says, almost panting from running.

"Hey, Newt. What's up?"

"Was wonderin' if ya wanna grab some food with me and then enjoy the bonfire."

"Sure thing. Let's go!" I reply, feeling a smile creep up on my features.

It felt a bit odd hanging out so much with Newt, but ever since I got here he's been nothing but sweet to me. I couldn't help but feel a connection with him as if this wasn't the first time we'd met.

"Y/n! I was waiting for you! Here, have a taste and tell me what you think!" Fry excitedly burst out.

I took a bite out of the food the two of us have cooked, and so did Newt when he got ahold of his plate.

"This...this is bloody awesome!" I saw the blond's eyes light up.

"It doesn't taste as bad as I expected it to," I remark.

"Not as bad?! This is the best thing we have eaten in a year!" Frypan compliments.

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After we finished eating Newt said he would bring me somewhere with a nice view. We were walking past Gally's fighting rink when I stopped to see what the fuss was about. I turned around to face Newt but just as I was about to say something I felt someone crashing into me.

I stumbled into Newt's chest before angrily walking up to Gally.

"The fuck is your problem?! You definitely did that on purpose!"

"Chill out, shebean. I can't control where others land when they lose a fight."

"Oh yeah? I'm pretty sure one can control where they throw something or someone!"

"You've got a big mouth? You wanna see what you're made of?"

As he said that the crown erupted in ooo's and laughter. I locked eyes with Newt, only to see his face laced with concern. He shook his head no to me, but I was too angry with Gally to care.

"Sure, but I'm not patching you up again afterward, "I reply with a cocky grin.

"I get you're scared, but don't worry, Newt will definitely take good care of you after I'm done," Gally says in an intimidating tone, getting closer and closer to me until I had to crane my neck to look up at him.

He was maybe twice my size, so picking up a fight with him wasn't probably my smartest move, but upon hearing him make fun of Newt, I wasn't gonna back up.

We were making heavy eye contact when I realized that this was my perfect moment to strike. I kicked him hard in the nuts and ran to the other side of the circle before he could get back up.

Seeing how his face darkened made me shiver, and then, he exploded. He launched himself forward, swinging right. I sidestepped his body and ducked under his arm, bounced up again, and spun around to avoid his punch to make contact with me. He stopped short on stiff legs and whipped back toward me. We had changed places in the rink.

When some boys started cheering on for me he panicked, his facial features changing drastically, so he came at me again. Same move. His right arm swung. I sidestepped and ducked and we were back where we started. But he was breathing a little heavier than I was.

I chuckled, seeing him struggling to take me down. Big mistake. The massive brute ran towards me again, this time grabbing me by my waist in an attempt to pick me up. I hugged his leg with mine and this time I crashed an elbow into his side as I squirmed under his arm to try to free myself up.

Sadly, my legs gave in and for a moment I probably looked like a sack of potatoes, first being held under his armpit, and then being lifted above his head. I wrapped my legs around his neck and started pulling at his hair.

"Let go of my fucking hair!" he yelled between pants.

"Heck no!" I yelled back, and with one last pull, he fell backward, with me still on his back.

Did the impact hurt? Like hell. Did I get back up to be the one winning? Yeah, I did.

I raised an arm, signaling my win and the crowd erupted with screams of joy and praises.

"Holy shit Y/n! You could have gotten yourself badly injured! What was going on inside your head when you picked a fight with Gally?! Are you okay?!" Newt hurriedly came by my side, grabbing me by my shoulders and shaking me a bit.

"Other than my back hurting a bit, I'm fine. And I won!" I cheered for myself.

Next thing I knew I was swept off my feet into Minho's and a bunch of other guys' arms and thrown into the air.

The action startled me, but it felt good nonetheless.

For some reason, it didn't feel like I had just met these people. I felt some sort of connection with them. Like we've met before.

I was finally put down by the group of excited gladers. Still giggling, I made my way back to Newt.

"You sure you're ok?"

"Very sure." I flash him a smile to convince him.

"Alright, then, still wanna go to the place or wanna stay here?" he scratched the back of his neck as he asked.

"Take me there!" I responded.

Newt then proceeded to lead me to a tower-looking building.

"Need help climbing up?" he grinned.

"I'm sure I can do it by myself."

When I reached the top the boy was already watching over everybody in the glade, with an almost sad-looking expression on his face...

"Are you okay?" I put my hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him.

Almost immediately he snapped out of his gloomy gaze and stared back at me with wide, beautiful eyes.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?"

"You just-... never mind. It really is nice up here."

"Told ya. I like to come here sometimes to be alone. It gets quite chaotic down there sometimes."

"I wonder why." I chuckled, and he did too.

"Hey Y/n..." I heard his soft voice speak up after a couple of moments of silence.

"Yeah?" I tilted my head, waiting for him to speak up his mind.

"You'll probably think I'm crazy, but, ever since you came up in that box I felt a rather weird connection with you...As if I've met you before."

"Newt, I-"

"What's going on here?"

I turned around to see Minho's head pop up from the hole. He climbed up and came next to me, swinging his arm over my shoulders.

Newt shot him a rather distasteful glare, but still stirred up a conversation.

"Shouldn't you be with the other runners?"

"Yeah, but they had quite a bit to drink, and you know they get kinda weird."

"And you haven't?" he asks, raising his eyebrows and looking at the half-empty cup he had in his hand.

"Just, a tiny bit. Yo Y/n, want some?"

"No, she-"

"Sure I guess. Won't hurt to try, right?"