Bewitching

15|Campfire

I pause and think that over for a bit. Do I love him? That of course is a very hard question to answer. I've known him for a little over a month, isn't it a little early to apply love to the situation? Then there's the whole concept of love itself. What is love? Have I ever felt it before?
I can't come up with an answer to his question so I just stare at him with my mouth half open. "I don't know." I whisper, breaking eye contact and looking down at my feet. "How can I love someone who doesn't love me back?"
I start to leave. "Wait!" I stop. "I'm so so sorry Elizabeth. I made a mistake, I'll always want you. It won't happen again!" I just start to cry and turn to look at him. "How do I know you aren't lying?" He holds out his pinky. "I promise." I laugh through the tears and link my pinky with his. Then we're kissing. I hum happily and pull away, keeping his hand. "How bad is it." I pat his leg. He cringes. "I won't be able to run again. I'll have a limp for the rest of my life." I pull his head up to look at me and smile. "We can live with that."
"Ahem, hate to break up the love fest, but, uh, the day still has to go on."
I jump and look at Minho. "Girl, you gotta stop sneaking up on me!" I say, full of sass. He smirks and leaves the room. I get up and ruffle his hair. "You look tired, you better get some sleep."
"Alright, love." He mumbles, and pulls the covers over his head. I laugh and slowly close the door behind me as I leave. I walk to the room I share with Newt and think over our conversation.
Do I love him?
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The table seems empty without Newt there. The atmosphere isn't as happy. But everybody is relieved to hear that Newt's okay.
"Shuck, when I saw the condition he was in, I though he was screwed." "Yeah, it looked pretty bad." "So he got attacked by grievers?"
That's the story we decided to go with. Newt got attacked by grievers. Minho found him just in enough time to get him back to the glade. I wanted to tell the truth, but I have to go with Newts wishes. Only Newt, Alby, Clint, Jeff, Minho and I know the real story.

*1 week later*

Newt is getting better and better. He is his usual happy self. Nobody really knows why he healed so fast. Back in the darkest corner of my mind that holds my biggest fears, a small worry grows bigger and bigger. That WICKED has something else, something bigger, more painful in mind. But I keep this to myself. But, as Newt wakes up today to the point where he can already assume regular work around the Glade, I look into Minho's eyes and see fear beneath the fake smile.
Newt and I walk across the Glade, hand in hand. I hear some whispers, but other then that, nobody confronts us. Until Gally had the get his eyebrows into our business.
"Newt, aren't you supposed to be working or something? Stop being a lazy pile of klunk." I swivel to face him. "You have no idea what he's been through. He's just getting better from his injury!" I grit my teeth. He smiles, his eyebrows going so high, I literally thought they'd fly right off of his face and attack me. "Don't mess with us Gally." Then I turn and drag Newt away. There was no way I was going to get pulled into a fight. "Newt, no offense, but he's a big-!" Newt cut me off by laughing. "Don't even finish!" I pat his back and leave him with Alby, who was talking to Jeff and Clint by this random tree I always seem to see them at. I don't know! Ask them why they picked that tree!
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I sit by the box as the boys unload it. Gally approaches. "What do ya want, girl?" I just smile and hand him my note. He opens it and reads it. He looks like he wants to say something bad about it, but he just smiles at me and shakes his head. Then he takes it and drops it into the box.
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"What's happening?!" I shout to Clint who's looking out he window. He turns to face me, a look of fear on his face. "The box is already coming up!" I'm already halfway out the door. It just went back down a couple hours before. I join the crowd of boys around the box and push my way to the front. Someone pushes me back and I punch them in the shoulder. "OW!" "Deal with it shank." I join Alby at the edge as the box reaches the top. It's completely silent. Gally and Newt slowly pull open the doors. I look in and immediately start laughing.
In the box is a whole pile of wood, a bunch of boxes of graham crackers, lots of marshmallows, and best of all- "CHOCOLATE!" I scream. Everybody starts laughing. "Where did all of this come from?" Alby asks with a smile. I look across the circle to see Gally pointing at me shaking his head.
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"Here, try this." Newt hands me a cup with a brownish liquid in it. "Gally's secret recipe." I push it away. "I'm not touching anything that shank made." He takes a swig. "Whatever you say." I squint at it. "Is it, like, alcohol?"
We are all standing around the huge campfire we made. Everyone is chatting and having a good time. "Yes, kind of?" I start to walk away. "Lol, when your drunk don't come puking on me." He laughs and turns to Alby. I see Chuck sitting on a log, all alone. I smile sadly and sit by him. "How's it going bud?" He shrugs and just points to Newt who's giving Minho a piggy back ride. "They're to young to be drinking." I sling an arm around his shoulder. "Sometimes you need some relief from this maze."
And so we sat, everyone around the campfire. Actually having a good time for once.

Dearest WICKED,

I hate you and everything, but I have a request I need to make. These shanks around here never have any fun! So basically I need you to send up some campfire stuff. Cuz, honestly, we're all just plain bored stiff. Bye for now suckers!
Yours Truly,
Elizabeth

A/N~ Hey guys! I'm back! So now that I basically filled in the whole in my cast( aka Lizzy ) I've decided on a theme song. Wonderland by Taylor Swift. Has anyone heard it? Listen to it if you haven't. It describes my plot so well. There are even some hidden clues in there. Can you guess? I you can, don't comment it and keep the surprise. Goodbye for now!
~KyLiE