Maze Runner Y/n x Newt Part 1

Part 8

I leaned against the tree as I waited for Chuck. Thomas had already come and was standing beside me. We were quiet. 

"Frypan wasn't too happy about me invading his kitchen before suppertime," Chuck said, coming up and sitting downnext to me, motioning to Thomas to do the same. He did, grabbed the sandwich, but hesitated. Soon, though, he took a huge bite. I smiled as I took my own sandwich.

"Ah, man," Thomas mumbled through a mouthful. "I was starving." 

"Told ya." Chuck chomped into his own sandwich. 

After another couple of bites, Thomas finally asked: "What'sactually wrong with that Ben guy? He doesn't even look human anymore." 

Chuck glanced over at the house. "I didn't see him."

"Don't really know," I said quietly.

Thomas could obviously tell we were being less than honest but decided not to press. "Well, you don'twant to see him, trust me." He continued to eat, munching on the apples as he studied the huge breaks inthe walls. 

 "What's out there?" he asked, finally breaking the silence. "Is this part of a huge castle or something?" 

Chuck hesitated. Looked uncomfortable. "Um, I've never been outside the Glade." 

Thomas paused. "You guys are hiding something," he finally replied, finishing off his last bite and taking along swig of water. "Why are you guys so secretive? I don't even know your name." He gestured to me. 

"That's just the way it is. Things are really weird around here, and most of us don't know everything.Half of everything." Chuck shrugged.

"And I'm Y/n. Helpful?" I asked sarcastically.

 Thomas got to his feet andstarted walking toward the eastern opening. "Well, no one said I couldn't look around." 

"Whoa, wait!" Chuck cried, running to catch up. "Be careful, those puppies are about to close."

 Healready sounded out of breath. 

"Close?" Thomas repeated. "What are you talking about?" 

"The Doors, you shank." I snapped, annoyed. Most Greenies didn't get on my nerves like this, but Thomas was just so... much.

"Doors? I don't see any doors." 

"What do you call those big openings?" Chuck pointed up at the enormously tall gaps in the walls. Theywere only thirty feet away now. 

"I'd call them big openings," Thomas said. The sarcasm was quite thick.

"Well, they're doors. And they close up every night."

"What do youmean, they close?" 

"Just see for yourself in a minute. The Runners'll be back soon; then those big walls are going to moveuntil the gaps are closed." I said matter-of-factly.

"You're jacked in the head," Thomas muttered. 

"This is called the East Door," Chuck said, as if proudly revealing a piece of art he'd created. 

"Are you kidding?" Thomas asked. "You weren't playing withme? The walls really move?" 

"What else would we have meant?" 

"I don't know. I figured there was adoor that swung shut or a little mini-wall that slid out of the big one. How could these walls move?They're huge, and they look like they've been standing here for a thousand years." 

Chuck threw his arms up, clearly frustrated. "I don't know, they just move. Makes one heck of agrinding noise. Same thing happens out in the Maze—those walls shift every night, too."

"Chuck!" I exclaimed, as Thomas's face sparked in bewilderment.

"What didyou just say?" He asked.

"Huh?" Chuck seemed to not have realized his flaw.

"You just called it a maze—you said, 'same thing happens out in the maze.'" 

Chuck's face reddened. "I'm done with you. I'm done." He walked back toward the tree they'd just left. 

Thomas ignored him, staring at the walls. I placed a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm going to go." I said. "Don't leave the Glade. Swear you won't even try to leave."

"I swear. Bye, Y/n." He said distractedly.

"Bye."