Nepenthe (TMR FF) UNDER EDITING

Chapter 2

Edited: 20/08/2018

"Emma." I randomly announced to Newt, much to his confusion. We were currently on the tour that Newt promised he would take me on yesterday. Really, we were just strolling around the Glade, talking about random things instead of me learning anything. I didn't really mind though.

"What?" He asked, looking towards me.

"My name's Emma." I said, a grin making its way onto my face. Newt's eyes widened, and before I knew it, I was lifted off the ground and spun around. I giggled loudly, as Newt stared up at me, a large grin on his face. After a couple of turns – enough to get me dizzy as hell – and a few whistles from other Gladers, my feet finally found the ground. Newt's hands left my waste as he pulled me in for a hug, his body heat providing more warmth than my sweater ever could. I buried my face in his chest, internally sighing. Why does he gotta be so dang cute?

"That's amazing, Love!" He exclaimed, eventually letting go of me. I resisted the urge to pout from the absence of his arms, but instead nodded excitedly.

"I finally remembered it! Do you think some of my other memories will come back as well?" I asked, looking up at the Brit with a glimmer of hope. That hope soon diminished though, when I saw the expression on his face.

"Our name is the only thing they let us keep." He told me, sighing. I bit my lip, disappointment seeping through my veins.

"Oh." Was all I said. Newt seemed to notice the drop in my attitude, and nudged me playfully.

"Hey, everyone here is in the same boat as you, Love, and we all turned out mighty fine. Don't ya think?" He asked, as he continued walking. I rolled my eyes, walking faster in an attempt to catch up to him. Jesus, he had long legs.

"That's not a very persuading argument. Can you please slow down? My little legs can't handle it," I muttered. Newt turned to glare at me, feigning a look of hurt, but did as he was told. He dramatically placed a hand where I assume was meant to be his heart, although it was on the wrong side.

"Ouch, that really hurt, Love." I smiled when I realised that he called me love, despite knowing my name now. No Emma, stop it. He's British, he calls everyone Love. It's probably just a habit.

"Stop being so dramatic. Aren't you supposed to be showing me around?" I asked, raising my eyebrows. I hadn't learnt anything about the Glade yet. I wasn't complaining though. I liked spending time with Newt. He just shrugged, walking beside me. He was so close now, that every once in a while, our hands would brush, making my face go bright red. He just chuckled, obviously aware of how much he affects me. It's that danged accent, I swear.

"I am supposed to be, but we wouldn't really be able to finish the whole tour today anyway, since I have to go soon." He explained, looking to his left. I followed his eyes, only to find myself looking at one of the entrances of the maze. My eyes widened as I looked back to the British boy in front of me.

"You're not going in there, are you?" I asked, my voice breaking. Newt shrugged, laughing lightly.

"It's fine, love. That's what Runners are for!" He told me, looking away. That's not very reassuring.

"What's a Runner?" I asked, tilting my head. Newt opened his mouth to reply to me, but was soon cut off by a familiar voice.

"Newt! Stop flirting with the greenie and get over here!" Minho yelled, making my face heat up. Newt just rolled his eyes, winking at me cheekily before running off.

"Her name's actually Emma!" He exclaimed, looking back to grin at me before they both run into the maze.

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