I'll live for you.

Chapter Three

Hey fellow Gladers. Sorry it took me awhile to update. I've been absolutely mad on school. But now I am officially finished and have plenty of time to finish ongoing stories ^^ also, who's looking forward to the Scorch Trials?
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Later that same day once the sun had risen Alby and Minho had ventured off inside the wild and unruly maze. They had gotten a few curt nods and waves as a goodbye and a lot more nervous stares. Alby wasn't a runner but he was the leader of all the boys. So if something were to happen to him, Newt would be expected to step up and take charge. And that was exactly what scared him.

Newt was calm, yes. But he had a bad feeling. He was working in the gardens with Zart trying to keep his mind from these lingering thoughts that his two best friends may leave him here in this hell all alone. He felt selfish and guilty for thinking such thoughts.

When Minho went into the maze everyday, he always had Alby here. It made Newt feel better to have Alby close to him considering what they'd been through for the last couple of years. But now they'd both gone into the maze. And he couldn't keep his nerves in check for long.

Thomas walked by and Newt realised that, he still had Thomas and even Chuck here with him. But he didn't push his anxiousness away fully. Not until Minho and Alby were back within the safety of the walls. Thomas was working with Zart, Newt noticed. After all Thomas would have to work with all the Keepers before his first Gathering. Newt thought about how the greenbean had looked yesterday after working with Winston in the blood house and smiled in amusement at the memory. At least something's never changed.

It felt like hours for Newt, but in reality it was merely minutes before noon came and went. Alby and Minho were supposed to be back by now. This was not calming Newt's nerves.

"What's wrong with him?" he heard a voice- he recognised it as Chuck- ask from not far away.

A reply came. "I don't know." the voice paused. Thomas's voice. "Why don't you go and ask him."

Newt sighed slightly at this. "I can hear every bloody word you guys are saying..." he said and turned his eyes towards them getting a slight headache at the sight of them both. It wasn't that he didn't want or like to see them both. On the contrary he loved talking to Chuck and Thomas. They just weren't the people he needed to see to relieve his stress. Newt saw their concerned looks and quickly added. "No wonder no one likes sleeping next to you shanks.."

Chuck brushed this off easily whilst Thomas looked like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. "What is wrong with you?" Chuck asked abandoning his food to talk to Newt. "No offence but you look like klunk." he concluded which made Newt roll his eyes. He did admit that it was probably true. He hadn't slept a wink and hadn't bothered to make himself look presentable this morning, instead he saw Alby and Minho off into the maze, promising to look after things whilst their leader was away.

"Every bloomin' thing in the universe.." he muttered in response. He then proceeded to explain about how the girl apparently 'being the last one ever' would mean the box never coming back up. This would mean that eventually they would run out of supplies. Then the girl herself which for some odd reason turned his mood even darker as he gazed at Thomas he listened intently.

"But that's not it." he said. "Not really." he looked between the two, at their questioning stares. He looked longer at Thomas then he'd meant to and quickly looked away to direct his attention to the maze's west door. "Alby and Minho." he said, looking exhausted. "They were supposed to come back at noon."

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After lunch, rain began pouring down from the partly clouded sky. The gladers were forced to take shelter. The most effected being the track hoes, gardeners and builders. Newt's eyes stayed glued to the doors before he felt someone leaned against a support beam of the bunkhouse besides him. He didn't need to look to know who it was, his presence was warm and inviting. Newt felt like he could just break down right now and it would be okay because he was here.

Thomas stared out at the doors along with Newt. Newt was one of the only guys in the Glade that he actually liked. So seeing him like this really did pain him. "They'll come back soon Newt." Thomas feebly attempted to assure Newt. He could tell how close Newt, Alby and Minho were.

Newt heard him but did not reply. He wasn't sure what to say. The rain was slamming down against the wooden roof of their shelter, pounding into his ears like a stampede. He froze when he felt a hand touch his shoulder and finally turned to look at Thomas.

"Newt." Thomas looked at his tired eyes, concern in his own. "I promise you. They will come back." Thomas said in confidence, eyes almost burning with determination.

It took Newt's breath away.

All the blonde could do was nod with a small look of appreciation on his face. Thomas wouldn't lie to him. He wasn't the type to. So he was more reassured. He quickly looked away to hide his flushed cheeks as Thomas retracted his hand.

Since when did he get so flustered like that?