Something Different - Newt (TMR)

No Eggs for Me - 3

I awoke in the air. 

God damnit. 

Newt put me in his godforesaken hammock. 

Fuck me for being a heavy sleeper. 

Shuck I was trying to proove a point. 

Hold up. Shuck? 

I groaned, I'm adjusting to their slang. 

I get up and see a wooden box in thte corner with my name on it, as well as the letters 'W.C.K.D' on the side in a vertical line. 

I open the top and see clothes, hair ties, a weapon, deoderant, perfume, a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste as well as some other things.

I change into a beige tank top and some brown capris. I pull my hair up into a pony tail and walk out the door. 

Where is everyone? 

I'm stupid, their in a meeting or whatever they shucking call it. 

The slang shows up again, I facepalm. 

I go over to Fry's counter and wait there, observing the Glade. I wait for ten to fifteen minutes and finally see them come out from the incomplete building. 

The six boys hurry over and Fry starts cooking. 

As soon as I see Newt I hustle over to him. He has ann amused expression on his face when I reach him.  I flick his head right above his ear.

"Hey! What'd you do that for?" Newt askes taking a few steps back from me. 

"You put me in your hammock last night." I claimed.

"Yeah, ladies cant be sleeping on the cold hard ground." Newt explained. 

"What does that have to do with anything?" I ask. 

"Well, I thought you would like it better." He says quietly, licking his lips. 

I look around and see them all looking at us, having a smile on their faces. They then start clapping. 

"What are you guys doing?" I ask, totally confused.

"Just beautiful." Minho says, wiiping away fake tears from under his eyes. 

"Young love." Gally chimes in, pouting his lips and raising his eyebrows in a 'cutsie' way. 

Winston and Fry are just giggling to themselves and Alby is shaking his head and grinning at everyone's immaturity. 

"Fry you better be making some food or I'll come and hit you upside the head like I did Newt." I yell over to him. "Same for all of you if you don't wipe those dumb looks off your faces." 

"Julia, we have to do the tour and explain the rules to you after breakfast." Alby says. 

"Alright, but if you guys keep this up I'll physically harm you guys." I say, pointing at each one. 

I finally look over to Newt and see him holding in his laugh and his face all pink. I go to flick him again then Alby cuts in, "Rule number one is to never harm a Glader. Just thought you should know so that you don't get thrown into the slammer." 

Newt just laughs at me and heads to a table. I narrow my eyes at him and head towards Gally. 

"You two are acctually cute together though." Gally states as soon as I meet him. 

"Not you too," I sigh and throw my head back in irritation. 

"I'm not even lying. You have to see the looks he gives you." He says, jumping his eyebrows at me. 

"You are too lying. And I wont hear it. I'm going away now." I say and point to my table that I sat at the first day. 

He follows me and sits across from me, just like how we first met. 

"So today we'll start making your room, would you like to help?" Gally asks.

"Sure, just as long as you stop pestering me about Newt." I condition.

"Well, since you brought it up.." Gally teases. 

"You better not start." I say, narrowing my eyes.

"I'm just kidding, I'm just kidding!" He says, throwing his hands up in surrender. 

"But yeah, I will." He says offering his hand in contract.

"You promise?" I ask shaking his hand. 

"Yes." He says, shaking it back. 

"Okay when do we begin?" I ask excitedly.

"After breakfast." He asnswers.

"Breakfast is ready." Fry yells to us all. 

I run over to the counter and take third place in line behind Minho then Newt. 

"Fry, what's for breakfast?" Winiston asks. 

"Eggs, bacon, and toast." Fry responds, dishing up an eager Minho.

"Yum." I say to myself, then I feel a push and I find myself flying into Newt. 

"I'm so sorry." I spit out quickly. 

"It's alright, Jules." Newt says, shooting me a smile. I returned the gesture then turned back around to whoever pushed me. Winston and Gally were conversing in a staged act. 

"Gally, I swear if that was you I'm going to punch you and get whatever punishment that comes my way." I whisper to him and Winston.

"It wasn't us." Gally says, trying and failing to hold a straight face.

"It looked like you just tripped over your own feet." Winston says, holding in his laughs. 

"Whoever it is better own up to it or I'll come after both of you." I say, then get ready to dish up. 

As I get my food I go over to my spot and start to chow down on my bacon. Gally and Winston sit across from me and I roll my eyes. 

"One of you better own up to it or I'll draw on your faces in your sleep." I threaten.

"I'm not budging if you aren't" Gally says, looking at Winston.

"I'm not budging." Winston says, without hesitation. They do a little nod thing then look back at me.

"You too are especially weird." I say with a discusted look on my face. 

I pick up my fork and start eating my eggs. Within a few bites of eating the eggs I feel a wave of neausa and start heaving. I run away from the table heaving and run as far as I can until it bursts from my mouth. I'm on all fours and throwing up onto the grass. 

I hear the footsteps of everyone coming over to see whats going on and I hear someone start to dryheave and I feel someone rubbing their hand up and down my back. 

"What's wrong with her?" Gally asks. 

"I think I'm allergic to eggs, dipshit." I retort. 

"It's alright Jules." Newt whispers to me still rubbing my back. 

"Thanks." I say back, before vomiting one last time and rocking back onto my knees. I cover my face with my hands and breathe deeply. I notice how Newt is still rubbing my back and I look through my fingers to see Minho start to dryheave when he looked back toward us. 

After a few minutes, I start to get up when Newt helps me up and guides me back to the kitchen. I get a glass of water and a napkin to clean myself up.

"Thanks again, Newt." I say, not meeting his gaze. 

"Anytime... but lets hope not soon." Newt says, making me smile.

"Yeah, not soon." I say. "Well I should go and change and brush my teeth, before starting to build my room." 

"Alright," Newt says, as I start to walk away. 

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