Jealousy

Part 5

Newt's POV
I lowered my head as I sit on the edge of my hammock, not daring to look at y/n and Thomas. I don't understand why I continue to feel this way about her, when she doesn't feel the same. But she's so bloody perfect, and she doesn't even know it. Just her smile alone lightens the pain from the cuts on my wrists. Her laugh takes away all of my suicidal thoughts. Man, Thomas really has it all. I lay on my hammock, staring up at the darkening sky until I fall asleep.

Y/N POV
I wake up the next morning to Thomas gently shaking my shoulder, but his voice sounding alarming. "Huh? What's going on?" I ask, sitting up on my cot and rubbing my eyes. "It-it's the box, it's coming up too early," he stutters. My eyes widen, and I climb out of bed. I may have only been here for three months, but I know the box is only supposed to come up once every month for a new Greenie, and then once at the end of the week for supplies. Thomas showed up in the box the month before I came up, and at the beginning of this month we got a new Greenie, which was another boy. Thomas and I run out of my hut, hand in hand. We head straight for the box, which was crowded by Gladers. As we approach the box, we hear a load screech, signaling the box had reached its destination. Newt appears from behind us, making his way through the crowd. "What the bloody hell is going on?" He shouts as he stares at the box. "You think if we knew we wouldn't be so shucking concerned?" Gally snaps, giving Newt an annoyed look. "Slim it, Gally." Minho demands as he motions for Newt to open the box. Newt gives a nervous nod, then bends down and unlatches the box, swinging the doors open. "Bloody shuck," Newt says breathlessly. "What? What is it?" I ask, moving my way up to the box. "It's another girl." He jumps down into the box, shaking it as he steadies himself.

Newt's POV
Sitting in a corner, huddled together with her legs to her chest, is a girl. She has blonde hair, that flows evenly over her shoulders. She has bright blue eyes, that have a tiny green tint to them. "Here, love. Take my hand," I offer as I hold my hand out to her, taking a step closer. "St-stay away from me." She nervously whispers. "It's okay. I'm not going to hurt you. Give me your hand." I take another step closer, and hold both of my hands up, gesturing that I'm harmless. She hesitantly takes my hand, and I pull her up from the cold metal floor. "Can you remember your name?" I ask once Gally and Minho help us out of the box. "Paige."