𝐒𝐩𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 ✭ TST Love Triangle

17 - Shots

"Minho, move your ass!" I whisper-screamed in the trunk of the car, which appeared to be Bertha. Then I giggled because I thought about a memory I got in the Glade.

"What are you laughing about?" Minho sighed. "My ass is nothing to laugh about!"

"The hell," Frypan muttered from my other side.

"I was thinking about a memory I got in the Glade." I laughed. "Before we got put in the maze, you and I were sneaking around this building and crawling in a tunnel." I paused. "And I got angry at you because you let us get caught."

"How?" Minho crossed his arms sternly.

Oh, god. I tried not to stare but didn't succeed. Can't blame me for missing those biceps! I missed the veins that jumped out when he tensed them, and the way his arms just turned bigger.. yeah.

He let out a cough. "I asked you something, Shebean."

"Yeah, right." I blinked a few times. "You said something like 'I can't control my gas!' So I think you farted."

"I did not do that," Minho replied in full confidence.

"Oh, yes you did." I gave Minho a smile that annoyed him before turning my head to look at the view. The trunk was on the outside of the car, so when Jorge started driving, the wind blew in our faces, leaving a nice feeling. I had never been in a car before, and it was quite exciting for me.

"This is amazing." I stared at the Scorch, which also looked nice, though walking in there for days wasn't. Way too hot, which I considered either was because of the Sun Flares, or because I was walking with a group of good-looking people. "And special."

"Why the hell is this special?" Minho sighed.

"Have you been in a car before?" I raised my eyebrows.

He shook his head. "No."

"Well, then. It's your first time in a car. That's kinda cool, right?"

"Nope." Minho shrugged. "I've been in a helicopter."

I rolled my eyes. "How tough you are."

Soon the car came to a stop, so I looked past it. Multiple other cars blocked our way to an old-looking tunnel.
"Well, I guess we're on foot." Jorge climbed out of his seat.

Frypan opened the trunk and got out, Minho following. Then he turned around and got ready to help me, or whatever he was trying to do by grabbing my waist, but of course, I flinched and took a step back.

Mentally punishing myself, I swallowed. "I can do it," I assured before getting out myself. Minho stood there awkwardly, eyes blank once again.

"What is this?" I later breathed and looked at the broken window of one car.

"A broken glass." Minho coldly replied.

Yeah, I shucked up by not letting him help me, and now I felt guilty. I should've let him help me, it was just Minho! Why couldn't I just touch people normally? Why did it affect me that much?

I walked closer toward the tunnel, inspecting each rusty car next to me. Bullets were printed into some glass and the side of cars. I wanted to keep looking, but suddenly, another bullet hit the glass.

I let out a yelp, freezing for a second. More gunshots went off, hitting things around me. Soon I got to the realization that if I kept standing there I would get shot, so bent down behind a car, next to Newt and Rye, Minho sitting on the other side of Newt.