Bewitching

23|Took a wrong Turn

I have finally recovered from my sickness! Praise god! It was only a 24 hour thing.
Like my 'not on the edge of insanity streaks'.

Well, that happened. But today, we are having another campfire, as it seems we still have some supplies left. And Captain Gally has a new recipe. Hoorah! (That was sarcastic)

"Newt." I whispered and poked him in the side. He let out a small gasp of pain and looked up at me.

"Elizabeth?"

I bite my lip. "Are you hurt?"

He looks confused. "Me? No! I'm a man of steel!" I giggle and tickle him in the side gently. "Says the boy who got stabbed." "Hey!" He reaches out to tickle me back, so, I hop out of bed. But, the sheets were tangled around my ankle. I toppled onto the floor, and settled under a dome of red. Newts face appeared. "Good morning, love." He whispered and kissed me. Our lips moved as one. A wonderful feeling spread through my body and I giggled slightly, and pulled myself so I curved into him.

We stayed like that for awhile, until I pulled away slightly so our noses brushed. Newt let out a long breath that he had seemed to be holding, and looked straight into my eyes.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." He said with finality. I laughed sadly. "Newt. I am the only woman you have ever seen. Or can remember seeing, at least." He curled his fingers in my hair and brought me in for a kiss. When he pulled away, his voice had a breathy air to it. "You could never compare to any of them. I'm sure of it."

I moved to kiss him again, but suddenly our dome was pulled off of us. I screeched and shielded my eyes from the sudden light.

"I told you they weren't having sex."

"JEFF!" I screamed and struggled to get up. "MINHO!" Minho was bent over laughing and Jeff looked embarrassed. My ankle got caught in the sheets again and I fell on top of Newt, hearing his breath leave him with an oof. Minho sounded like he was dying.

I kicked the sheets away angrily and stomped toward Minho.

"Whatcha going to do?" He stopped laughing for a second to look me in the face.

"Gonna punch me?" Then he cracked up again.

"Glad you asked." Then I pulled my fist back and punched him in the face.
He looked stunned for a second, but then a smile spread across his face.

"You got guts Elizabeth." I snarled at him.

Then I punched him again. Really really hard. My fist slammed into his face, and his nose started to spout blood. He stumbled out of the room. Still laughing.

Oh, I hope I broke the shuck thing. I turned to Jeff, who had first spoke. He bolted immediately.

I just stood there, seething with anger and embarrassment.
I didn't calm down until Newt touched my arm. I shivered as he whispered in my ear. "I like a girl that can fight."

~*~*~

I pushed my breakfast around my plate, feeling sick. Not like stomach sick, but emotion sick. Newt was acting a little off. I don't know how to explain it. But it was kinda like he was acting the night when I got that stomach bug.

"You should eat something, love." Newt placed his hand on mine. I shrugged. "Not very hungry." He put his lips by my ear. "Feeling alright?" I laughed. "I'm perfect. We are going to have so much fun tonight."

Minho, with his bandage, leaned away from his food. "I plan on getting drunk." I face palmed. It was bad enough that I only bruised his nose, now he was being a complete shank about what he had walked in on this morning. Newt fist bumped him.