Why Can't I Hate You?

~30~

We travelled far away to the coast, where the ship was to take us to the safe heaven. The camp was better than the last one as it was less open, and rather than tents, we had actual buildings. I made my little hammock bed amongst the others, feeling a little nostalgic. It reminded me of the glade. Exept that there were only four of us left.  

Weeks went by. Months. This place had become a sort of home. We spent hours upon hours planning how to rescue Minho. Tracking wicked's movement. However, we weren't the only ones tracking. They were also tracking us. They wanted every single immune they could get their hands on. Every time, they got closer, and it felt like we were running out of time.

I slipped on my jacket, grabbed my loaded rifle, and headed outside. Today was the day we were getting him back. Our plan was tight, wicked wouldn't see us coming.

"Y/n," Thomas called to me.

I stopped on the spot. Thomas opened his mouth to speak, then hesitated, as if afraid to tell me what he wanted to say "Yes?"

"Slight change of plan...you know how we were gonna put you with Jorge and Brenda? We think it'll be better if you stay with Newt."

I dropped my arms. "Are you kidding me? We've had this planned out for weeks. You can't just change it last minute!"

"It's a beneficial change. Newt's going to have no one to protect him while he separates the trailer."

I inhaled deeply, pressing my lips into a thin line. Sometimes, I felt like he put me and Newt together on purpose just to tick me off.

"You want to get Minho back, don't you?"

"Of course I do."

"This is the best way." He patted my shoulder.

Annoyed, I got into the truck with Newt. Slamming the door loudly so Thomas could hear it. Newt was in the drivers seat and was silent the whole ride.

I could see him in my peripheral vision, one hand on the wheel and the other on the gear stick. My stomach fluttered a little. Why was it sort of attractive, seeing him drive? I scolded myself for thinking that way and looked out of the window.

When we got there, we went to our hiding place, still not talking. It felt like hours had gone by, and I began to get bored. How long was this going to take?

"When the hell is he gonna give us the signal?" I broke the silence.

"Have you not been present for the entire time we've planned this?"

"I'm sorry that Thomas changed it last minute!"

He rolled his eyes. "Just give it a while longer."

Thomas finally signalled us to come out. So we ran over, and I stood guard while Newt worked on the trailer. This was possibly the worst position to get. Thomas and Vince were hooking up the top of the trailer for the berg.

"Hey Newt, how're you doing?" Thomas shouted down.

"Don't rush me!"

A rain of bullets decended on us. I spotted wicked guards from a distance, heading towards us. I fired back at them, staying close to the trailer to avoid getting shot. " Thomas, hurry up!"

Newt finally got the trailer separated, removing his protective goggles. He motioned for me to climb. "Go."

I handed him my gun and climbed the ladder up the trailer, avoiding bullets. Laying flat against the surface beside Thomas, I heard Newt do the same. "Where the hell are they?"

Right on time, the berg hovered above us, hooked up to the trailer, and began to lift us into the air. Balancing myself on my feet, I cheered along with the others at our victory.