Jealousy

Part 4

Newt's POV
I can't tell y/n I was suicidal. I can't tell her that I tried to end my life by jumping off of the Maze wall. I don't know why she cares so much, she's dating Thomas. And who would love a boy with a limp? It was stupid to come here in the first place. It was stupid to even think she would like me. She looks at me with sad eyes, and I know she can tell I'm lying. "I'm sorry," she slightly whispers. I give a small smile and use the tree to hoist myself up to stand. I walk away without saying a word to y/n. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, about to flow out with every step I take. I couldn't tell her how I got my limp, because then I would have to explain why I stopped trying to commit suicide. And no one can know why. I walk toward my hut, head hanging low and my hands in my pockets.
Y/N POV
I rest my head in my hands, sobbing silently into them. I don't understand why Newt would lie to me, or why we would just walk away like that. I hear a faint crunching sound, and I immediately wipe the tears under my eyes. "Wh-who's there?" I nervously ask. There's no answer, only an awkward silence. There's another sound of crunching leaves, and I become uncomfortable. "Who's there?" I demand. "It's only me," Thomas comes out from behind a bush, holding his arms in the air. "How long have you been there?" I ask standing from my spot under the tree. "Long enough to know you've been crying. What's wrong?" He walks towards me, and embraces me in a warm hug. I rest my head and my hands on his chest as he lays his chin on the top of my head, giving me reassurance. "What's wrong?" He whispers slightly into my ear. "It's nothing," I say softly into his chest. His embrace becomes tighter, and then he pulls away from the hug. He stares into my eyes, and then presses his lips against mine, startling me. "I love you," he whispers, flashing a smile. "I love you, too." He wraps his arm around my waist, and we walk toward the huts. Once we arrive in front of mine, Thomas quickly pecks a kiss on my cheek before giving me another tight hug. "Cya in the morning," he smiles as he walks away. I sneak into my hut, shutting the door and locking it behind me. I just want to be alone, even away from Thomas. Every time I try to clear my thoughts, Newt always wanders his way to the front of my mind. I don't know why I can't get him out of my head.
Newt's POV
I lay in my hammock, staring up at the starless sky. Running my hand through my hair, I sit up in my hammock. I can't seem to get y/n out of my head. She's always there, somehow and someway. I rest my head in my hands, rubbing my eyes with the edge of my palms. I hear a rustling sound coming from the Deadheads, sending me out of my thoughts. I lift my head to see Thomas and y/n, his arm wrapped around her waist.