Bewitching

12|Depressed

I have officially moved into Newts room. Minho didn't even dare to tease me after that scene at dinner a week ago. I'm not, like, sleeping with him. Yet.
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I wake to the sound of Newts bed creaking as he gets up. I smile and stretch. "Morning Newt." I just hear him yawn in response. I open my eyes just as he lifts me off of the floor. I scream a little and kick my legs softly. He chuckles and starts to spin. I tickle his nose with mine and cuddle into him. At least I didn't just eat. A couple days ago he did this and I puked on Minho. I'm going to be completely honest here and admit to laughing.
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He sets me down and gives me a minute to bring the room into focus.
He has a twin bed with light blue sheets on them and a small brown bedside table with a lamp. And that's about it other then the window and my makeshift bed on the floor. I turn to him and smile. Shuck, he's handsome.
He gives me a small smile and leaves. I frown. Wonder what's wrong with him. I follow him out of the door.
I bump into Minho. "Hey Elizabeth." I just sadly watch Newts back retreat down the hall. Minho waves a hand in front of my face and I turn to him. "What-?" I cut him off. "Have you noticed Newt acting weird?" He pauses.
Then speaks slowly. "You've noticed it too?" I nod and sniffle a bit. "I don't know what's wrong." He seems to notice me on the edge of tears and awkwardly hugs me. "He'll be fine." I sob and pull back, letting the tears go. "You don't understand!" I cry. "Maybe he's sad because I'm not good enough or something huh? Maybe I'm not pretty enough or smart enough or-!" Minho slaps me. Way to deal with a grieving friend Minho. "Hey." I look up at him. "Don't think like that. Of course you're enough. If Newt can't see that he's stupid. This probably doesn't have anything to do with you anyway." I nod and try to dry my tears. "Here." He leads me out of homestead to the showers and helps me to dry my tears. Minho can be a a good friend when it comes down to it.
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Newt and I sit awkwardly next to each other during breakfast. He doesn't speak much, just pushes his food around his plate. Chuck tries to start a conversation a couple of times but it falls out quickly. He leans over to Clint and whispers in his ear. "Are they fighting or something?" Clint just shrugs. The frustration that's been building in me explodes. I shoot up, shoving my plate away. "Don't talk about us like we aren't here!" I snap at him. Newt looks at me shocked and Chuck gasps. "Oh don't look at me like that." I sneer at Newt, then stalk away.
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I slam the medical tools around in a rage. I'm unsuccessfully trying to organize. I hear the door open behind me. Suddenly Clint is by my side taking the tools out of my hands. "Steady." I sigh and flop down on the patient bed with my head in my hands. Clint sits next to me and laughs. "Sometimes it's hard to keep your cool around here, isn't it?" I laugh coldly. "You could say that." He pats my back. "It'll get better. now would you like to tell me what's wrong?" I just sigh and shake my head. "I don't need a freaking counselor." He laughs and gets up to clean the mess I made. There is a rumble from outside, signaling the opening of the doors. I race to the window just in time to see Newt disappear. I suddenly got a horrible feeling. It's this impending doom looming over me. Something bad was going to happen. I know it! What if I never see Newt again? I shakily turn back to my work, trying to shake off the feeling as stress.
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It all happened so fast. Clint and I were just working on sharpening our old tools when shouts rose up from outside. Clint was up immediately and out the door. I stayed put. I still had that feeling.

Let's just say I knew it was Newt before they brought him in the door.

A/N: I love cliffhangers. And it makes it that much better that my best friend absolutely hates them!