The rest of our day was uneventful. After we returned our plates to the kitchen we worked in the gardens until dinner.
At dinner we're sitting with Minho, Thomas, and Gally. Minho and Thomas are holding hands next to Gally and me and Newt are sitting across from them. They won't stop talking about tomorrow.
"Y/n, I would definitely beat Thomas and Minho in a fight, right?" Gally asks.
"No, no, no. I would win!" Thomas protests.
"Let's be honest, no one can beat these guns," Minho says, flexing his biceps. "Newt, you want in?"
"I can't with my leg, but even if I could I wouldn't. I don't understand how you slintheads find injuring your friends fun," Newt objects.
I lean over and whisper to Newt. "Like I said, uncultured walnuts."
Newt and I start giggling and the other boys stop talking.
"What's so funny?" Gally asks, looking especially angry.
Newt and I meet eyes and continue laughing.
"Are you shanks laughing at us?" Gally asks.
Neither of us answer, instead we continue our laughing fit.
"I'm just gonna head to bed," I say once we finish.
I begin to leave the table until Newt adds, "I'll walk you back."
"Good that. Night, shanks."
We walk out of the kitchen in silence and stop at my room.
"Are you gonna be okay tonight?" Newt asks.
I nervously play with the ends of my hair. "Y-yeah I'll be fine."
I open the door and sit on the bed, but Newt stays in the doorway, leaning on the frame. He gives me a skeptical look.
"If you need anything-"
"I know, I know."
He sighs and turns to leave. "Okay. Good night, love."
"Good night."
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Nightmares
أدب الهواةy/n has been having nightmares for months, but hasn't told anyone, not even her best friend, Newt, about them. One night y/n has such a bad nightmare she wakes up screaming. Newt hears her and tries to help. (completed)
