Not just a Girl || Newt

Chapter 18

Cassie POV

Once a pair of footsteps walked passed my hideout I made my way towards Minho who was leaning against the tree. My thoughts weren't in the right mindset.

Newt couldn't be a sexist right, he is suppose to be second in command. He is the leader now as Alby is still unconscious.

Deep down I just hope there is another reason, but maybe there isn't.

"Okay, next part." My thoughts were broken by Minho, who pushed himself off of the tree, and grabbed something off the ground. He pushed a leather thing in my hands. I instantly notice it was a runner vest, but this one was different than the one he was wearing.

There was a lot more leather on this one. Instead of it just going around my front and shoulder it also had a strip around the waist and there was one lose leather band apart from the whole vest.

I held it in confusion, I turned and twisted it. Where- how-.

"Okay yeah, I also thought that would be an issue." Minho laughed, and walked up to me. He grabbed the harness out of my hands. "Is it okay?" He questioned me. His eyes moved towards my body and back to the vest.

I nodded, he wouldn't use this situation to touch me inappropriately.

Minho started giving me directions on how to get in, how to tighten it, and so on.

"Okay done."

I looked down at the vest which was kind of like a harness now. There was a leather band around my leg, with small loose rings on it. That is where the throwing knives will be places, for sure. I counted around 6 loose rings. I could tighten it with a small buckle. 

My waist had a leather band with a holster, for a dagger.

The normal vest was strapped to the one around my waist. The front was more open than Thomas', for breathing. Breathing means, my breast, obviously.

The back of the harness had a small pocket, like Minho's. I could loosen the whole harness with a belt bucket that was placed in the front.

"It look sick, Minho." I told him looking down at the outfit. "I am weirded out by how you knew my measurements, but I will ignore that."

"So let's move on to see if I didn't mistake myself into thinking you're a knife person." With a grin he walked deeper into the forest, me trailing behind him.

We came to a stop, and there stood three different targets. One on the ground, the other one at the high of my midriff, the last one was a head taller than me.

Minho turned around towards me, and handed me 6 throwing knives. I put 5 into my holster on the upper leg. I twisted one knife around my fingers, it was cold, but familiar.

Minho smirked at me, and pointed at the targets.

I pulled my arm up, and with great force threw the knife straight in the middle of the first target. "Lucky." Minho teased. My shoulder muscles tensed. Newt told me I just got lucky. "Again."

I went to take another stance and felt a soft breeze flowing my hair around. I pulled my hand back with the knife and threw it, hitting bullseye.

Before Minho could say something I grabbed another knife after another, each hitting bullseye. I grabbed the last knife into my hand. I twisted it around my hand a few times.

I turned my head to Minho who stood a few yards away from me, against the base of a tree.

I smirked, which made his eyebrows rise up.

With a small twist I threw the knife towards Minho, hitting the tree right above his head. He stood there shocked for a few seconds.

"Killer really is a suited nickname for you." He responded, I grimaced again at the thought of Newt. This time Minho noticed, so he quickly took out the knife of the tree, with a lot of force. He handed it to me and made his way toward the other targets, also handing me those.

"Next one." Minho told me. He walked behind the tree and grabbed a bow and a quiver.

I put on the quiver and held the bow in my hand. It was very light, but strong enough to pull an arrow back.

I grabbed an arrow and placed it on the string. I pulled back, but –

"Okay, no stop." Minho walked towards me. He stood in front of me and twisted the arrow.

"As you can see there are three feathers on the arrow. Two are lined up straight of each other, the third one – as I like to call it – is the third wheel. The two have to line up with the string."

He moved the arrow to the right direction. "Good to go." He took a step back.

I pulled the string back, placing it against my lip. I aimed at the target, closing one eye in the process. With a deep breath in, I released the arrow. It spun in the air, flying the right direction.

Of a tree that stood a few feet away from the target...

I turned to Minho with a tight-lip smile.

"Again."

I shot arrow after arrow that day. Every single one missing the target. After an hour or two we decided to give up on the bow and arrows.

We made our way back towards the little hut with the maze. Minho grabbed a dagger for my harness, and also some more throwing knives that I could put in my harness in the back.

A bang against the door interrupted us.

Thomas came in, his eyes wild and his hair sticking out in all sorts of directions.

"Alby is awake."