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Later, Newt and I watched the stars above the Glade. This moment was perfect. My head rests on his chest. His arms are around me. Minho runs over. "It's time to sleep," he informs. Newt had fallen asleep. "Newt, wake up," I whisper, shaking him gently. No avail. Minho smirks. He gets close to Newt's face. "WAKE UP YOU SHUCK-FACE!" Newt jerks up. "Minho!" He says, annoyed. Minho was laughing so hard, he couldn't talk. I then burst into laughter as well. Newt just chuckles, shaking his head. We stand up, following Minho. Newt leads me to his room. I still sleep in there. I change into my extra clothes and crawl under the blanket. He walks over and joins me. He kisses me gently. I deepen it and he moans. It ends up a full-blown make out session. He pins me to the bed, kissing my neck. The door then opens. "Ahh!" Thomas screams. Newt looks up. "Tommy, uh, what is it?" Thomas shook his head. "The doors aren't closing, Alby blames Teresa," he says. I stand up. "That bastard," I mutter. Newt gets up as well. "Why would he blame Teresa?" I ask. "She's the last Greenie, plus she mentioned something about triggering the ending," Thomas says. I nod in understanding. Newt grabs my hand and we jog to the Homestead. Alby looked furious when we walked in. He gives Newt a death look. "Where the shuck were you?! Busy making out with Greenie?" He snaps. Newt flinched, taken aback. "Alby, what's gotten into you?" Newt asked. Alby flared his nostrils. "I'll tell you what's gotten into me, slinthead, if you haven't noticed, the shuck doors aren't closing because of her!" He yells. "They can't be trusted!" He screams. Newt shook his head. "Hasn't been the same since the Changing," he says. We all get separated into separate rooms of the Homestead. I hear the familiar click and whir of a Griever. It moans and clicks. I feel a Glader trembling beside me. The door of the room is snapped open. I look and my heart stops. It's Gally. He looks around, madness in his eyes. Veins in his neck pop out as he begins to yell. "They'll kill you, one by one each night until your all dead! It's variables!" Newt looks at him. "Gally, shut your bloody hole. There's a Griever outside-" "You're too stupid, Newt. You've always been too stupid!" Gally says. He runs toward the window and begins ripping the wood off it. "No!" Newt yells, hurrying over. Gally reaches back and the plank of wood hits Newt in the forehead. Newt falls on the bed, blood spurting from the cut. Once Gally finished, the window was shattered. The Griever sticks a claw in and it hovers over Newt's unconscious body. I gasp in horror. Gally begins talking again. "There's no way out! The Maze can't be solved!" He screams. The Griever reaches its claw and grabs Gally, and takes its bulbous body back out. It clicks and whirs as it rolls back into the west door, its companions following, as if celebrating. I tend to Newt. I grab a cloth nearby and press it to Newt's forehead. I put a little pressure on it, but not enough to hurt him. Thomas hurries out. Newt groans, sitting up. "This hurts like a mother. What bloody happened?" He asked. "Gally whacked you in the head with a plank of wood," I explain. He nods. "I always knew he was crazy."
(All credit goes to James Dashner)
