Clint let me have the day off, and told me to relax, to not overexert myself. I was bummed because I could use all this time to run, but I felt it in every bone that I shouldn't. Especially because now that all the dramatics were over, I was starting to feel a headache coming on.
I wondered if Matt saw me go into the showers and decided then was his chance or if it was just a coincidence that we both ended up there. It couldn't have been. He didn't walk in with anything and had just stood there, as if waiting for me to leave. Either way, I was glad that not everyone believed him. Even Gally had voted for me.
I walked around the Glade, not really wanting to stay in my room and do nothing. I even considered helping Frypan, but he refused me.
I wish Newt had a day off today. It would have been nice to have someone to talk to, even if it was just me watching him work in the track-hoes. Where he usually goes on his days off. But thinking about Newt had me thinking about Nick, because I was sure I had feelings for Newt. I wasn't sure what kind, but they were strong. Almost as strong as they had been for Nick. But it felt like they were fading, with barely seeing him and all.
And then with Nick, other than the night of the dead body, he has been with me since day one. I was more comfortable with him than anyone else. I felt safe with him. And he quite literally just professed his love to me.
I wondered if it would be awkward when we saw each other again. I wondered what I would say to him. I know that he said I didn't have to tell him anything right now, but I didn't want to leave him hanging forever.
I do love Nick, but I wasn't sure if it was a love like I wanted to be with him. I wasn't sure if I wanted to even worry about that right now when we had more pressing matters that needed to be dealt with. I didn't know if I wanted to indulge in it.
Lunch came and went and I hadn't seen Clint at all. He was probably still busy but I wanted him to be with me because I didn't like how half of the boys were staring at me. I noticed that they were the ones that belonged to the Keepers who voted against me. I just quickly finished and went back to Clint, claiming I was done with my relaxation. I didn't feel safe out there anymore.
It's not like he had me do anything, just sit and observe as he worked on the Gladers. I took mental notes on every boy who came in and which ones liked me and which ones didn't, to know who to stay awake from. It wasn't much, but it was helpful. When there was no one in the room, Clint and I talked.
After everything I felt closer to him and I guess he was comfortable with me now because he is actually very talkative. Which I didn't mind because he was telling me stories about before I came up to the Glade.
They were funny and I couldn't help but snort at a few. He continued until it was time for dinner and I remembered what he said before it was my turn to talk to Nick. "Hey, when you said earlier about my types, what did you mean?"
He looked confused then smirked. "Oh, that." He opened the med-room door for me and we headed for the stairs. "It was really a comment on who you mostly keep around you. Like our dear leader and a certain Runner."
It didn't take a genius to know who he was talking about. Two blondes came to mind. I blushed and scratched my neck. "It's not like that. I feel safe with them. That's not bad is it?"
Clint chuckled at my embarrassment. "Of course not. Just an observation, remember." He looked ahead as someone walked into the homestead. "Hey I'll see you tomorrow okay?"
I looked at the door seeing Newt come in, Nick and Minho behind him. "Yeah."
Once Newt saw me, he didn't even let me step off the stairs before rushing over and picking me up into a hug. He smelt like a day of running, but I didn't care, every worry that I had melted and he was warm. "Nick told me what happened. I'm glad you're okay."
