Not just a Girl || Newt

Chapter 10

I was instantly grabbed by two Gladers that introduced to me as Stef and George at the bond fire. I tried to rip my arms out of their holds but nothing worked.

"Let me go." I growled at them. I stomped my feet on Stef's foot making him release his grip on my arm. With one arm loose I hit him in the face with my elbow.

George was still holding my other arm. I twisted my body to his, and once my back was against his front I used my strength, and threw him over my shoulder.

I saw Gally standing before me now and I could see a glint of proudness in his eyes. I looked down at George who was groaning. George was a small fella, maybe around 5'6, and not very strong build.

Stef recollected himself and grabbed my arm again. Gally quickly walked closer to me. He grabbed my other arm, but not as hard as Stef.

"Stef." Gally said in a low voice, and I felt him loosen his grip on my arm more. I was still stuck between the boys, and I knew I could not take Gally another time. I was tired and dehydrated.

"Let her go." I heard a dangerous accent from the side. I turned my head to the side and saw Newt walking up to me.

He looked mad, but it was not directed to me.

"I said, let her go."

Stef released his grip on my arm, and took a step backwards. Gally also released my arm, but did not move away from me.

Maybe it was because I was tired, or because I was dehydrated, but the angry look on Newts face did not disappear. He stormed towards me, and grabbed my wrist. Pulling me away from the other Gladers.

I looked behind me to see some watching me, and some cheering for Minho and Thomas. The two boys gave me sorrowed eyes as I was dragged away by the angry accent guy.

I turned my eyes towards Newt and his frown was still clear on his face.

I again turned around to look at the rest of the Gladers. My feet twisted and I almost fell down if it wasn't for Newts strong hold on my arm.

"Bloody annoying you are." He mumbled, his eyes were casted on the slammers.

I did not want to be trapped there on the hard ground all night. We were getting closer to the slammers, but Newt pulled me quickly away from them, and towards the Med-jack hut.

I tilted my head in confusion. I wanted to ask him why I wasn't getting locked up, but my voice was gone.

Newt kept his strong hold on me. We stood now before the doors of the hut. I saw him turn around where the gladers were still cheering on Minho and Thomas. The only one who was looking at us was Alby.

I tilted my head to the side in confusion, but I still let Newt pull me through the med-jack hut. He grabbed a small bottle of alcohol, a cloth and some bandages.

I stood in the middle of the room looking questionable at the boy. He was mumbling to himself, but I couldn't understand anything. I did hear a lot of bloody this and that coming from his mouth.

"Newt." I spoke unclear, finally finding my voice. His back was turned to me, and I saw his shoulders tense up once I spoke.

I took a step towards him. I moved my small hands to his shoulder, I made a small movement with my hand so that it laid on his bicep. I unsurely pulled him towards me, making him turn around, and face me.

He turned around to face me. I had to look up as Newt was a few inches taller than I am. His chocolate brown eyes connected with mine.

I tried to, I really tried to read his emotions. I just couldn't. He had a stoic face, not letting me see anything.

We stood there just looking at each other. But it was interrupted once he grabbed my wrist again with great force, and started to pull me towards a door that was on the other side of the med-jack hut.

"You are hurting me, Newt." No reaction, only the feeling of his hand loosening its grip around my wrist.

We made it again outside and started to walk towards two huts, which I knew where Newt and Alby stayed. Why was he taking me to his room?

He pulled me inside his little hut. There was an actual bed with blankets laying half on the bed and half below it. He had an extra red blanket laying on the ground next to the bed. His pillow laid across of the room, which was confusing.

There was a small table with a chair. Newt grabbed the chair and put it before his bed. I followed his movement. The way he moved was strong and sure. The thing that stood out for me was his leg. His left leg had a little limp in it. When has he hurt his leg and how did I notice this just now?

I notice that, and two other things. He was mad and he is a very different person than I know him once he is mad.

I quietly walked up towards his bed, and picked up the pillow along my way. I grabbed the fallen blanket and put it nicely on his bed with the pillow at the top. I took a seat at the end of his bed, in front of the chair.

Newt made his way towards the chair, and took a glance at his bed that was now neatly made. I saw his lip make a movement up, but it never became a real smile. His eyes did show me amusement in them.

He now sat in the chair before me. Without another word he grabbed my wrist. I now saw that my hands were as red as his blanket. There were small cuts all over them, some open with blood around them. At least it was dried up blood. I must have made them once I went down on the vines in the maze.

"Can you tell me why you left?" He asked me, I looked up from my hands to him. He was concentrating on my hands and wiping away the dried up blood. "I just want to make sure we have the same reason on why you left."

I thought really hard. "I wanted to leave because you have been stuck here for ages. At one point some of the guys will have thoughts. They will think they have no shot at getting out. Their first instinct will be me, reproducing. I don't want to believe it, but some part of me does. What if the next person who comes up is again a guy, after that another one, and so on."

I took in a deep breath. "I think part of me just felt not safe here, the maze sounded safer. I know that you say you are like family, but I have not been part of your family, not yet, not over."

Newt stopped his movement on my hands, and held them softly with his. My first thought was to get out of the Glade and out of the maze.

"Maybe a small part of me wanted to prove myself, as I am just a girl." I saw Newt look down slightly at the last part. I saw he felt guilty for saying that, Minho even told me that. But that is how I felt once I took a step into the maze. I didn't know his thoughts.

"Would you do it again?" I wanted to lie, I really did. But once his brown eyes connected with mine I knew I couldn't lie to him. Ever.

"No."