Bewitching

18|One eye Open

I brush some of the dust off of Newts shoulder and straighten his machete. He grabs my hand and kisses it softly. "I don't need to look fancy for a banishing, love." I can't keep my eyes off the purple and blue on his neck. His hand cups my chin and brings my eyes up to his.
"Don't." I sigh. "But what I did was wrong! How come you didn't banish me?" He kisses my hair. "Cause." I roll my eyes as me turns us so we're looking in the mirror. His lips move to my neck. I smile and turn and peck him on the lips softly. "You need to go." He groans. "I don't bloody want to." I pat his cheek softly. "Well you bloody have to." He roughly pulls me to his chest and squishes me. "Hey!"
I push against him but he wraps his strong arms around me.
"Might just stay here." He kisses me and I wrap my fingers in his hair, holding him there for a moment, then pushing him away with a sigh. He chuckles as I straighten his machete again. I brush my lips against his teasing him slightly. He huffs softly as I pull away and walk to the window.
I click my tongue. "See, look. They're all ready and waiting." I take his hand and pull him to the door. "I'm glad you're not coming." He leans on the doorframe, halfway in halfway out. I grimace. "Not something I fancy seeing." He strokes my cheek. "Good." He kisses me again, and almost all my mind is screaming YESSSSS but the small sensible part is saying BAD ELIZABETH! HE NEEDS TO GO!
But I let him kiss me, our lips moving in sync. He pulls on my bottom lip softly and then I pull away, a hand on his well muscled chest. "Patience." He laughs and slips out into the hall. "Now I have to go. Minho's gonna be steamed. Bye, love." I watch him walk down the hall, wincing at his limp.
I go back into the room, which is lit by the small lamp on the table. The room honestly is all I could hope for in this dump of a building. WICKED utterly embarrassed Newt and I by sending up a queen sized mattress and some sheets for it. Minho was the king of sarcasm. I don't think Newt could've gotten anymore red. He was as red as the sheets anyway. They were the softest thing I've ever felt besides Newts hair.
Basically the bed was in one corner with the bedside table, lamp and clock next to it. Newt sleeps by they edge, which annoys me. But he argues against my tendency to early rising, so he sleeps there so I can't get up without waking him. Which sucks for me because I love watching him sleep(stalker). So I can't move until he wakes which is late. Like seven.
Anyway the dresser is against the wall with the door and the mirror in the corner that connects the dresser wall and window wall. That probably doesn't make sense. Oh well. Draw your own picture.
I stop in front of the mirror and am immediately glad I showered before I saw Newt. How embarrassing it would've been if he kissed dirty hair. GROSS!
My "ew" moment is interrupted by screams. I bolt to the window and immediately wish I hadn't. Min is being dragged out of the slammer and over to the east door by two boys I don't know. I can't look at him, so I watch as Newt enters a shed by the deadheads. Min is dropped in the circle of boys by the door. Newt pulls a jumble of poles out of the shed and starts connecting them with short swift movements. I watch the last of sunlight disappear off of the tip top of the walls. The doors will close in five minutes. Newt stops connecting the poles, which came together as a twenty foot pole. He reaches into the shed and grabs a round brown thing to attach to the end of the pole. I squint. What is it? It suddenly comes into focus. A collar. I turn away, sickened. A collar?
I just stare at the wall blankly as I hear the scrape of the pole, the boys screams, and the sound of the walls closing with a boom. I hate the finality of the sound. A death sentence. How does Minho go in the maze every day?
I hear the gladers settling in for the night, their quiet whispers drifting across the glade. I crawl under the covers and fall asleep.
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I groan and roll over, my hand covering my eyes. "Love, you slept in for once. Time to get up." I wave lazily I'm the direction of Newt, rolling back onto my stomach. I hear some soft sounds around the room. I put a pillow over my head. A knock on the door. It opens softly. "Hey Minho." Newt whispers. "Why the shuck is Elizabeth sleeping still?" Here we go. Now I have to get up. "I don't think she's feeling to good." What?
"What's wrong with her?" "I don't know, but she's hot, pale, and was tossing and turning all night. And she can't do much good with her ankle. I'm gonna go tell Alby she's out for the day. Let's go before we wake her." The doors closes. He just lied to Minho so I could sleep in. THANK GOD FOR NEWT!!!!
Smiling to myself I sink back into a deep sleep.