Maze Runner Y/n x Newt Part 1

Part 24

The next morning, I found myself sitting in a chair, worried, anxious, and facing Thomas, with elevenother boys at my side. We were seated in chairs arranged in a semicircle around him. 

Only Alby's chair was empty.

"In place of our leader, sick in bed, I declare this Gathering begun," Newt said, with a subtle roll of his eyes. "As you all know, the last few days have been bloody crazy,and quite a bit seems centered around our Greenbean, Tommy, seated before us." 

Thomas's face flushed. 

"He's not the Greenie anymore," Gally said, his scratchy voice so low and cruel it was almostcomical. "He's just a rule breaker now." 

This started off a rumbling of murmurs and whispers, but Newt shushed them. 

I was the only silent one.

"Gally," Newt said, "try to keep some buggin' order, here. If you're gonna blabber your shuck mouthevery time I say something, you can go ahead and bloody leave, because I'm not in a very cheerful mood." 

Gally folded his arms and leaned back in his chair, the scowl on his face so forced that I almostlaughed out loud. 

Newt gave Gally a hard stare, then continued. "Glad we got that out of the way." Another roll of theeyes. "Reason we're here is because almost every lovin' kid in the Glade has come up to me in the lastday or two either boohooing about Thomas or beggin' to take his bloody hand in marriage. We need todecide what we're gonna do with him." 

Gally leaned forward, but Newt cut him off before he could say anything."You'll have your chance, Gally. One at a time. And Tommy, you're not allowed to say a buggin' thinguntil we ask you to. Good that?" 

He waited for a nod of consent from Thomas—who gave it reluctantly—then pointed to Zart, in the chair on the far right. "Zart the Fart, you start."

I glared at Newt. He knew I hated the teasing.

There were a few snickers as Zart shifted in his seat.

"Well," Zart began, his eyes darting around almost like he was waiting for someone else to tell himwhat to say. "I don't know. He broke one of our most important rules. We can't just let people think that'sokay." He paused and looked down at his hands, rubbing them together. "But then again, he's ... changedthings. Now we know we can survive out there, and that we can beat the Grievers." 

"Oh, give me a break," Gally spurted. "I bet Minho's the one who actually got rid of the stupid things." 

"Gally, shut your hole!" I finally yelled, breaking my silence. 

"I'm the bloody Chair right now, and if I hear one more buggin' word out of turn from you, I'llbe arrangin' another Banishing for your sorry butt." Newt growled, standing.

"Please," Gally whispered sarcastically, the ridiculous scowl returning as he slouched back into hischair again. 

Newt sat down and motioned to Zart. "Is that it? Any official recommendations?" 

Zart shook his head. 

"Okay. You're next, Frypan." 

The cook smiled through his beard and sat up straighter. "Shank's got more guts than I've fried up fromevery pig and cow in the last year." He paused, as if expecting a laugh, but none came. "How stupid isthis—he saves Alby's life, kills a couple of Grievers, and we're sitting here yappin' about what to dowith him. As Chuck would say, this is a pile of klunk." 

"So what're ya recommendin'?" Newt asked. 

Frypan folded his arms. "Put him on the freaking Council and have him train us on everything he did outthere."