Six

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Tiffany ran back into the glade with Minho. It was her fifth day running, and they've uncovered more sections of the maze. "Great work, Tiffany." Minho smiled.

"You too." She smiled back and started heading to the map room. When she got inside she pressed her hands on the stone table that held the drawing of the maze, looking at it. Soon after, Minho walked in and Tiffany was going to ask about what should they start mapping out. "What do think about . . . " She stopped. Minho was right behind her, bodies almost touching, and he turned her around. "Minho, what are you--" He cut her off.

"Tiffany, when I first talked to you, I instantly liked you." Tiffany thought he was a little close.

She tried backing into the table more for space. "Oh." She liked Minho but she didn't know which kind of feeling it was. "Minho, if you're--" He got closer and kissed her. She tried to say, "Minho we're only friends." But he kissed her again before 'friends'. Minho lifted her up onto the table, his strength shocked Tiffany. "Minho, stop." But he didn't, which made her give up. Tiffany kissed him back because she didn't want him upset. His hand were around her waist and she actually was his height. Her hands were on his shoulders, not really in the romantic way, more of a If He Tries To Do Something Else I Can Push Him way. Minho pulled away, giving Tiffany relief.

"You like me, right?" His face looked like a little kid. If he didn't get his way, he'd cry.

Tiffany shifted. "I mean, yeah--"

"Okay, good." He ran a hand through his hair. "I didn't want you to be uncomfortable."

Tiffany almost choked, trying to hide a laugh. She already was uncomfortable. Yeah, Minho was cute and his hair somehow was always perfect, but she didn't feel right. Tiffany realized she was just staring at Minho. Which made him lean into her and start kissing her again. Fuck. She thought as she kissed him back. Minho moved her legs so they were wrapped around him. No. Tiffany couldn't even push him away. So her hands were awkwardly on his chest, probably sending the wrong message. He moved his hand up under her shirt. Then the other hand. Tiffany was about to jerk back, but the door opened. There stood Newt. Minho didn't realize until Tiffany stopped kissing him. He turned around to see Newt, who looked disappointed. Minho brought his hands back to his sides, making Tiffany's shirt fall back in place.

"Newt," Minho's eyes widened.

Newt looked at Tiffany, then back to Minho. "I'm pretty sure that's not mapping."

Tiffany wanted to just drop dead. What was she going to tell him? I let Minho touch me, but I didn't want that. That'd make her sound like a rude moron. "Newt, it's not--"

Minho cut her off. "She didn't even want this to happen. It was all me."

"I kinda knew this was gonna happen." Newt shrugged. "I'm just disappointed. In Tiffany."

Tiffany looked down. "Why do you even care," She looked up. "Newt?"

Newt rolled his eyes, not answering.

"Newt." She demanded.

"I really don't want to talk about this." He looked around and put his hands in the pocket of his hoodie.

"Fine," Tiffany looked at Newt, then Minho. "I'm leaving." She pushed past Newt and walked out. None of this was ever what she wanted. Tiffany didn't want to be stuck in this place. She didn't want to be stuck with a bunch of guys. She also didn't want to be thought of a slut by one of the leaders.

Once she got to her hammock, she thought of how Minho must've felt. Did he really know she didn't want that to happen? Was he upset? Is he getting lectured by Newt? A big wave of guilt hit her. She was a slut. And she didn't even bother to say sorry to Minho. But she didn't like him like that. What was she going to do? Tiffany put her head in her hands and groaned loudly.

"You okay?"

Tiffany didn't even care who said that. She just groaned the word, "No."

The person who said that took her hands off her face. It was Thomas. "Doesn't look like it." He said. "So, what's up?"

"Newt and Minho probably hate me now." Tiffany looked at Thomas and patted her hammock, indicating he could sit down.

Thomas sat down. "Why?"

Tiffany scooted a little away from him. "Oh, don't get too close. I might kiss you." She said sarcastically.

"Is that what this is about?" He asked turning his body to her. "What happened? Did you kiss them both?"

Tiffany scoffed. "I'm not that bad. Minho tried kissing me and Newt just walked in."

Thomas nodded. "But why should Newt be mad about it?"

"That's the thing, I'm not really sure." Tiffany tucked her legs in underneath her. "I didn't even want this to happen. I mean, I love Minho, I really do. Just not in that way. I tried stopping him but every time I did that, he'd think I was meaning something else."

"I can tell Newt. I mean, he'll listen. He's really nice, you know." Thomas smiled a little.

Tiffany raised an eyebrow. "Nice?" There was a long moment where neither of them talked. "Why are you even talking to me?"

Thomas shrugged. "Like I said the other day: You looked familiar to me." He stood up. "I'm gonna talk to Newt about it, and he'll believe me." Tiffany watched Thomas walk off. This kid was crazy.

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