A girl new to the glade falls hopelessly in love with Newt, but what happens when her past unfolds and she can no longer hide from the truth.
✰Will she choose 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 over saving the world?✰
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And if I may just take your breath away, I don't mind if there's not much to say, Sometimes the silence guides the mind to move to a place so far away
Sweater Weather- The Neighbourhood _________________________________
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𖡗𖣊𖡗
Breaking the sweet kiss. I pulled away to catch my breath, resting my forehead on his. With my heart still racing.
Newt took my breath away; literally.
The boys plumped lips curved. He smiled brightly, like a child having the permission to eat candy.
I frowned. "This wasn't how I wanted to confess to you." I glanced around the dark and dusty building. "It's definitely not the most romantic place on earth." I joked.
I looked back at Newt in admiration. His tight grip around my waist unfastened. "It couldn't have been any better." He quietly said.
We stared at each other for a good minute, taking in the moment. It was one of these rare moments in life where no one had to say anything, to know what the other person was feeling or thinking.
"I have to go." Newt frowned upon hearing those word come out my mouth. "I pretty sure- Minho and Thomas are waiting for me in the Map room."
"They can wait." Newt firmly said, while grabbing a hold of my hand. Bringing it up to his mouth, Newt placed a gentle kiss on my knuckles.
My stomach fluttered. "Newt." I tried to pull away but he only held on tighter. I rolled my eyes and looked away dramatically.
"I like you"
As soon as we kissed I knew he liked me, but hearing him confirm it made it all so real. I wasn't dreaming. This was real.
My mind hadn't been playing a stupid trick on me.
I met his brown eyes with mine. They were filled with affection and honesty. I smiled. "You do? You're not just saying that because you pity me?" I teased the boy.
Newt caught onto my playful manner. He leaned his head to the right. "How many times would I have to tell you- In order for you to believe me?" He asked.
"Depends how far you are willing to go." I responded, I watched as his gaze lingered on my lips before looking away.
Self consciously, I licked them.
"Wanna find out?" Newt smirked.
Where did all this boldness come from? How do I respond to that? I don't even know where to begin. Newt had left me speechless.
He laughed, noticing my clear struggle to form a cocky response. "You should probably head back- Before Minho scolds you for being so late." His eyes darted to the door.
Shit.
I keep on forgetting about that.
I nodded my head, agreeing with Newt. I was walking towards the door, when my feet stopped moving.
"Is there something wrong?-"
Turning on my heel, at a fast pace. I stood on my tippy toes and grabbed Newts face. Using both of my hands to pull closer, I connected our lips one last time.
His body tensed at first but after a second or two, Newts arms wrapped around me. I didn't want to let go, the feeling I got when kissing Newt was like a drug. A drug that felt so right; almost like I haven't been living my whole entire life.
His hand slid down to my waist and I got butterflies in my stomach. Our lips moved in sync, this kiss was stronger and deeper compared to the first . We were so desperate for each other. I felt it in the way I trailed my hands down to his neck, trying to get closer.
I finally pulled away. "Bye, Newt." I said out of breath, before walking out of the building and into the busy glade.
𖨆𖨆𖨆
After asking someone for directions to the Map Room, I finally made it there. I opened the door slowly.
It was a small circular building made out of wood and leaves. Located far away from everyone in the woods.
Minho and Thomas snapped their heads up. The two boys stood next to a replica of the maze. Although this model was much smaller compared to the real one.
I curiously looked at the model. "That's it? That's the whole maze?" I was in disbelief, surely they haven't finished their model, right? It was so small.
"Yeah." Thomas frowned. "I thought it would've been a lot bigger- Minho and the runners mapped out the whole thing a while back."
"Yet, you couldn't find an exit." I mumbled, running a finger over the model. I felt the hard wood beneath my skin. "Do they know?-Does the rest of the glade know?" I asked no one in particular.
"Albys been keeping it a secret -This whole entire time." Thomas stated.
I looked at Minho for his confirmation. He licked his bottom lip and lightly nodded his head, signaling Thomas was right.
Is there even a way out? Or are the creators just playing with our emotions? This all could a lie, what if there isn't a way out of this place?
"How'd it go with Newt?" Thomas asked, unintentionally changing the subject. "He's not mad is he?"
The mention of Newts name sparked a sensation in my chest. "No, he's not mad." I turned down Thomas's assumption.
"Oh. I thought you guys were arguing that's why you took so long-"
Minho folded his arms and walked around me, standing on my right. He then proceeded to lean against the table. "What did you guys talk about?" His voice laced with curiosity.
Minhos observant, he knows something's happened. Just not exactly what happened. The more time I take to respond- The more time Minho has to piece things together.
