Sapphire Stones

Remember to Wrap It Before You Tap It!!

A/N~ Today is my 16th birthday, so happy birthday to me! I'm so proud of myself for having made it this far because if I'm being honest, I never thought I would. So happy 16th birthday, me! I'm so proud of you!

Anyways, here's a birthday chapter for my amazing readers and supporters. I love you all so much!

Newt lets out a loud laugh, shoving my shoulder away. "It's true!" He defends himself, a smile on his face. "You can't even deny it!"

"It is not! Out of all the guys here, you think that Dallas is the sexiest?" I furrow my eyebrows, my face scrunching together slightly at the thought. Newt's cheeks are pink, his hair messy as he runs his hands through it.

"What, would you have said Gally?" He fires before taking a sip of his drink.

I gasp before jabbing a finger at the blonde, my eyes narrowing. "Careful you don't drink too much. Don't want you going around asking people to have sex with you," I warn. Newt's jaw dropping open is what makes me begin cackling with laughter at the memory. He shoves my shoulder harder this time, glaring at me.

"Bloody hell, would you let that go already?! It's been years!"

"And yet it's still hilarious!"

"You're ridiculous," he mutters, standing up.

"Says you," I reply, taking a sip of my drink. Newt begins walking away, but stops when I shout, "hey! Where're you going?!"

"To talk to Alby," Newt says, walking away. His limp is slight, barely even there. If I didn't know him or wasn't paying too much attention to it, I wouldn't even notice it. Some days are better than others, though.

"Make sure you wrap it before you tap it!" I call after him, earning a glare.

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I've never fully understood why Gally always feels the need to have a fight circle at every bonfire. Frankly, it's just annoying at this point. All he does is win again and again.

Every. Fucking. Time.

He's the undefeated champion. It's been that way for a year. Nothing has changed since. It's just another thing he does to boost his ego and impress everyone. It's exhausting for everyone around him, especially me. I don't know why it annoys me so much. It just does.

And yet, every time he fights, I can't seem to look away. No matter how hard I try, I can't help but watch. Some part of me enjoys watching him fight; watching him win.

So here I sit, sipping my third drink with my back against a log, watching Gally throw kid after kid out of the circle.

"Watcha doin, Venus?" Someone asks, approaching me. I tear my eyes away, looking up to see Winston.

"Just watching the fights. Wanna join?" I ask, gesturing for the boy to take a seat. Winston shrugs, sitting beside me before taking a sip of his own drink. 

"God, this stuff tastes like piss," Winston mutters, wrinkling his face in disgust.

I take a sip before shrugging, nodding along with him. "I wholeheartedly agree, Winnie. Honestly, if Gally pissed in it, I wouldn't be surprised."

"Me either. Still good though."

"Definitely," I reply, my eyes trained on the fight going on in front of us. "Do you think he ever gets bored of this? Gally, I mean. Do you think he gets bored of fighting?" I ask after a few minutes of silence.