The Trip (y/n and the gladers fanfic)

Apologies

An hour later-

"TOMMY IF YOU DON'T ANSWER YOUR BLOODY PHONE I SWEAR I'LL GO OVER THERE AND DRAG YOU BY YOUR EAR TO THIS BLOODY PARTY." Newt angrily hung up the voicemail and stormed off.

"He's so dramatic," Minho said. "But where do you think the dumb shank is anyway?"

You shrugged. Thomas said he'd be here in time. "But he'd better get here soon or Newt's going to have a ragestorm all tonight."

Minho nodded. "You wanna grab something to eat?" he asked, nodding toward the snack bar. "Food's the only thing that gets the tension off my bones. Especially with that shuck-face."

You smiled. "Sure," you said. "Just a second. I'm gonna use the bathroom."

Things went downhill quickly. Apparently everyone was having fun, and then Thomas walked in with Teresa. Nothing happened right away, but then Thomas apparently said something to Newt that ticked him off (or at least what you heard from one of the Group B girls) and when you came back from the bathroom, they were shoving each other and yelling.

"What's going on?" you shout, shoving through the giant crowd.

Brenda pulled you back. "Don't," she said. "Newt's really mad."

You ignored her and went in anyways. "Thomas! Newt! What in the world?!"

Newt had stumbled back from Thomas shoving him to the floor. "This bloody shank thinks he's mr. fantastic and can say whatever the bloody hell he wants to!"

You didn't realize it, but you had been pulling Newt by his shirt to stop him from attacking Thomas again. "Newt, stop," You say.

"Me?!" he shouted. "He's the one who storms in-," but he was cut off by another shove. But not by Thomas. It was Minho.

"What the shuck you think you're doing screaming at her like that?!" he spat in Newt's face.

"Minho!" you yelled.

Newt got up and shoved Minho back. Thomas got up too and Newt punched him in the face.

"Newt, stop this," you begged. "Please!" Newt turned to you sharply, squeezing his eyes shut as if he had a drilling headache or something. "Shut up y/n!" he shouted, raising his hands angrily toward you. Then he opened his eyes, almost looking sorry or shocked.

You withdrew and stepped back, flinching when he raised his hands.

"Y/n, I-,"

You ran out of the room, shocked and scared. It was raining outside, but you didn't care. You couldn't be in the same room with him. He had known about your past, but he still....

You ran for a while out to the end of the parking lot and sat down on a rock beside a row of cars. You sat there for awhile before you heard running footsteps and shouting. "Y/n! Y/n please, I'm sorry..." It was Newt. His british accent echoed outside in the pouring rain. "Y/n where are you?"

"Go away, Newt," you yelled, moving to the other side of the parking lot, trying to hide. "Please, just-..."

The footsteps continued until you saw Newt come around the corner. When he saw you he rushed over and sat on his knees in front of you. You flinched and tried to move away, covering your head with your hands and burying your head in your knees.

"Wait," he said, following you, though you hadn't gone too far. "I'm so sorry," he said, pulling you into a hug. You stiffened as you listened to his racing heart inside his chest where your head was. "I'm a bloody idiot. I don't know what I was thinking. I didn't mean to scare you, I swear. I know your shuck stepdad...." You started crying at the memory. You didn't share that with a lot of people, only your closest friends knew about your abusive stepdad you used to live with before you joined the gladers. Only Newt, Minho, and Brenda. Newt pulled you closer and you rested your head on his chest. "I'll never do it again," Newt promised.

After a while, you pulled away and dried your eyes, before looking up at Newt. He locked eyes with you for a second and you found it hard to breathe for a moment. Before you could say anything, Newt leaned closer and in a split second your lips were touching his. You felt his cold, strong hand on the back of your neck. The kiss lasted no more than five seconds, but it felt like an eternity. Newt was still locking eyes after he pulled away.

"Newt, I-," you started, but Newt stood up. "I'll be inside," he said. You wanted to follow him, but you decided to stay for a minute to let your brain process what the heck just happened.

The rain started pouring harder so you didn't even hear when Minho came over. "Hey," he said, kneeling down. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders. "It's freezing out here."

You kept your focus on the ground, hardly hearing what he had just said.

"Hey," he said, tipping your chin up with his fingers. "Are you okay?" he got a stern look on his face. "Did he hurt you?"
You shook your head just enough to make him believe you so another fight wouldn't start back up. "No," you said. "I'm okay," you assured him.

You think he believed you. He hadn't asked again, anyway.

"Come on," he said, squeezing your shoulder. "Let's go back inside, okay? It's freezing out here."

You nodded and sat up. Minho wrapped his arm around you, you still wearing his jacket, and you two walked back to the building.

It was louder than you remembered a ten minutes ago, but you followed Minho to the snack bar and you two ate. You talked a bit, but nothing more than a two-minute conversation before Minho left. "I'll be right back," he said.

You sat there for a moment, until a drunken dude walked over to you. Oh, it was Thomas.

"'Sup, greenie," he said, sitting clumsily down on the chair.

"'Sup," you replied. "Tom, you aren't allowed alcohol here. You aren't allowed in general. You're only twenty."

"That," he said, pointing. "Is wrong. I am 20 and a half. So technically-,"

"It's still illegal."

Thomas laughed like an idiot. "Yeah!" he said, handing you the bottle. "Want some?" he asked, smirking. "You know you want to."

"No thanks," you said. "I'm underage, too."

"You know what they say, age is just a number."

"So is 911. I could have you arrested."

Thomas shrugged. "I mean you could. Or you could just have a little fun."

You rolled you eyes and drank the bottle down. What's a little beer going to do?