𝘔𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘙𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳

𝘋𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴

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Minho came back to the cafeteria table with Thomas by his side. Thomas looked over to see (Y/n) fidgeting with his leg, like it was itchy or something. Two kids that Thomas didn't recognise sat in front of the butcher and Newt. Soon enough, he found out one was named David.

"They pulled us out of the Maze and brought us here."

"What about the others? The other people left behind in the maze?" Newt questioned.

"I don't know. I guess, WICKED still has them," David replied, shrugging. Newt licked his lip, before sharing a look with Minho.

"How long have you been here?" The two switched their eyes to (Y/n), who was stabbing his fork into his mashed potatoes. Frypan snatched a sausage from his plate, making the boy glare.

"Just a day or two. That kid over has been here the longest. Almost a week," David looked over his shoulder. The Gladers gazed their eyes to a boy sitting alone. A blue striped jumper with hood covered the boy. His head was close to the table surface as he sat alone.

"His Maze was nothing but girls."

David's friend said, turning back to the other boys. (Y/n)'s tongue slid over his teeth, getting the mashed potato that was stuck between his gum. Newt zoned out from the conversation, eyes moving to a group of girls who stared at him. They all giggled when he made eye contact, causing the boy to shift uncomfortably under their stare.

(Y/n) rotated his neck to watch Newt sigh before darting his eyes to his plate. The boy immediately saw the girls who were making him uncomfortable. His eyes stared at them coldly, his head tilted slightly. A girl noticed him and blushed in embarrassment before shushing her friends.

Newt noticed (Y/n)'s hand that gripped around his fork shifted closer to his. His pointer finger grazing his knuckles. The blonde bit his bottom lip, trying to hide his smile.

"Good Evening, gentlemen, ladies."

Janson's voice sounded in the food hall. The two shared a glance, noticing that many turned their attention towards the man. Some spinning in their seats or looking over their shoulders.

"You all know how this works. If you hear your name called, please rise in an orderly fashion, join my colleagues behind me where they will escort you to the eastern wing. Your new lives are about to begin."

Janson's eyes bored into (Y/n)'s. The fork clattered onto the plate as a scattered applause echoed throughout the hall. The man had a clipboard, (Y/n) assumed it was the names that would go and 'start their new lives.'

Janson started to call out names. (Y/n) had a dread feeling in his chest. Somewhere away from Wicked? That seemed too good to be true. But it didn't matter as long as he was with Newt, everything would be okay.

"(Y/n)."

Eyes darted to their friend. Newt felt his body tense, (Y/n) let out a soft, controlled breath. His fingers tapping the back of Newt's hand. The boy slowly stood up, his eyes staring down Janson.