Not just a Girl || Newt

Chapter 21

It has been  2 days since the attack on the glade. Thomas has been put in the slammer, as the stupid shank decided to put the griever serine in his leg.

Gally took his chance to take control over the Glade and the tension is high. The new rule to get banished if you didn't follow him made it that way.

I have been ignoring Newt ever since I woke up. Once I saw him walking my way, I just made a beeline to the other side. To think he didn't get the memo, was an understatement. That boy doesn't give up.

"Come, shank." I was disturbed from my work by Minho. "Thomas is starting to wake up."

We made our way towards the slammers where Thomas was in. Theresa sat by his side. I smiled at her once we arrived and she did too.

I saw Newt running up to us and squatted down next to me, I quickly moved away from him and put Minho between us. My heart hurt, because of the few words he said.

I saw the smile disappear from Newt's face, which I silently smiled at. You hurt me, I hurt you."What the hell were you thinking." I heard the voice of Chuck coming above my shoulder. I turned around to look at him proud.

Thomas looked confused around, noticing he is in the slammer.

"Why am I here?" He questioned.

"Gally convinced everyone you are the reason on why we are here." Newt responded to the boy. He looked down disturbed, his eyes going from side to side.

"I hate to say it, but he is right." I sat up a little straighter. Thomas turned his eyes towards Teresa.

"I am the reason you all are here." His eyes fighting for something inside. "I am the reason you are all participating in this Test. I was one of them."

"One of who?" I questioned. "Not the creators, right?"

Thomas nodded at me, confirming my suspicion. His eyes made contact with Teresa's. "You too."

Teresa's eyes started to water. Thomas turned his head towards me. I furrowed my eyebrows.

"I saw you too."

"What?"

"You never worked for them though, I don't think you did." My eyes grew wider, am I part of the reason on why they were put here? "You just walked around, I only knew your name, Cassieopeia."

What. The. Fuck.

I went to stand up, to process everything, but Minho's hand put me down.

"Why would they put us here?" Minho questioned Thomas.

"I am not sure." He started to think. "I know that it all started when we were young, they gave us different test and assignments. Then, month after a month some kids started to disappear. They were being placed in here, in the maze."

Teresa started to cry and Thomas put a hand on her shoulder in comfort.

"Why would they put us here if we worked with them?" Teresa asked him, a tear falling down her cheek.

"It doesn't matter." Thomas simply responded.

"He is right." Newt spoke up. "The people we were before the maze don't exist anymore. They were simple people with our name, but we are not them, not anymore. It matters who we are now, that is why we stand by your side no matter what. Because you Thomas, you made a change here that no one has ever done in over 3 years."

Newt looked at everyone to confirm they have been thinking the same thing as him. Everyone nodded at Newt. His eyes lingering longer on mine, but I diverted my eyes towards Thomas, nodding my head at him.

"If I hadn't made that change than Alby would still be alive." I looked down when Thomas said those words. I heard the story of Alby being taken by the grievers. They only found part of his shirt and a blood spot on the ground.

"If Alby was here, he would say the exact same thing, mate." Newt moved more to the still locked up Thomas. "Now get your arse up and finish it. If you don't then all of this was for nothing, Alby dying was for nothing, and I cannot have that."

It was like a switch was made inside Thomas, he sat up straight, his eyes boring into us. "Okay, let's do it."

We started to form a plan, a plan that will probably be the death of a lot of gladers. Or a plan that will save everyone in the maze.

Before our plan could start I was on food supplies. We didn't know how long it took us to go through the maze, as not everyone is a runner with a great stamina. I grabbed a few bottles of water and stacked them up in my arms.

I went to walk out through the kitchen door, only to be stopped by a blond guy.

I gave him a small 'hey' and moved my way around him towards the door. His arm banged against the frame of the door, blocking my way out.

I rolled my eyes at him. I placed the bottles of water on a table that stood next to the door. "What?" I took a step closer to him, making Newt take a step back.

"Why are you ignoring me?" Newt questioned, his accent flying through the room.

"I am not." I simply stated. I was not in the mood for this and I turned around towards the door. He grabbed my elbow and twisted me around to face him.

I grabbed one of my throwing knives and held it up towards his neck.

His eyes bored into mine, before moving down towards the knife. He grabbed my wrist swiftly, moving it above my head, causing me to drop the knife in the process.

He pushed me against the door with his body. I went to push him away with my other hand, but he grabbed it and placed it above my head too.

I struggled against him, but I couldn't do anything. I moved my eyes towards him. My breathing hitched and my heart was banging against my chest.