Shattered Love | Scorch Trials

Choices

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  "Found him," I say to the boys, keeping my eyes on the ground. What Aris told me sticks in my head, like glue.

  How can he say that. How can he say "I love you" so freely. Or did he really mean it? All these questions bounce around my skull.

  "Hey." Newt says, interrupting me. He grabs my hand, rubbing his thumb over it. His soft eyes look into mine, and it makes me feel even more guilty of what I just did. He gives me a sweet smile, making my heart flutter. Through the entire situation, he still manages to find time to make me feel special.

  I glance over at Aris, who has his hands in his pockets. He's watching Newt and I, and quickly looks away and turns around when he catches my eye. I turn my attention back to Newt. God, I feel horrible.

  "Alright, love shanks. Now that everyone is good and dandy let's keep going, for another hour or two. Then we'll take a break to sleep and keep going through the night. Good that?" Minho announces.

  "Sure." Everyone says before we sling our bags over our shoulders and keep going.

  Newt looks bad. His teeth are clenched and his fists balled up.  "What's wrong?" I ask.

  He points to his foot. "Bloody limp." He gives me a weak smile. I rub his back and kiss his cheek.

  The sun begins to set, and the sky turns dark. Gray clouds form across the evening sky. All the Gladers are tired, hungry and thirsty, but no one complains. There is no point. We all know this sucks. We are all in the same situation. And there's nothing we can do to change it. At least not now...

  "Alright guys, let's take a break and sleep.
Goodnight shanks." Minho calls out, setting his stuff on the ground. The Gladers settle down, most falling asleep instantly. I plop down and wipe my face on my shirt, which has a bunch of missing fabric at the bottom from where I tied it to Winston's head. Part of my stomach is showing, but I don't care. Just keeps me cooler. With that thought, I reach into my bag with knives and pull out a small one, starting to cut the fabric of my sweatpants into thick shorts.

  I lay my head back down, wondering what happened to Winston, one of my friends from the Glade, one of the only people who showed compassion to my little brother. I feel bad for leaving him, but what choice did we have?

  I tell myself, "When this is all over, you're gonna stop them. You're gonna stop Wicked and make them beg for your mercy because whatever they think will come out of this doesn't make up for the torture they induced and the lives that they killed."

  I pull out a bottle of water and take a long nice sip, the hot water trickling down my throat. A little bit of strength runs through me as I close the cap.

  Newt sits down next to me, wrapping his hands around me and pulling me next to him.

  "How's your foot?" I ask him.

  "I'm okay, don't you worry love." He says, kissing the top of my head.

  I lay down, exhausted. "I need a new shirt." I say, pointing to my exposed belly.

  "Would you like mine?" Newt offers, smirking.

  "Yes, but I don't know if the others are as okay as I am with a shirtless Newt." I giggle.

  "True. Hey, I didn't know you were an outie." Newt says, poking my stomach.

  "What? I'm not an outie," I look down to check and Newt's fingers slide under my chin and lift my face towards him. He places his lips on my mouth, giving a soft, gentle kiss.

  He pulls away and grins. "Got you." He whispers.

  "Very mature." I say and put my lips on his again.

  "As much as I'd love to lie here and kiss you all night, we need to rest." Newt mumbles against my lips. I nod and he pulls me on top of him and wraps his arms around me, covering me in a blanket of warmth. "Goodnight, Olivia."

  But I am already asleep.

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  "Olivia. Someone wants to meet with you." Bonnie says, walking next to my side.

  "I already have enough on my plate." I gripe and fix my jacket and adjust my ear piece as we make our way to room 1183.

  "It's subject A5."

  I stop. Turn. Something tugs at my chest. "Is he okay?"

  Bonnie looks at me. "Why does it matter?"

  I shake my head. "It doesn't. Just, show me to his room."

  "Very well." And we proceed.

  We end up in front of the meeting room. I look in on the room through the one way glass. He sits in a chair at the end of a table, two soldiers standing in the back. "What is the situation?" I ask.

  "Refusal of participation until he speaks to you." She says and opens the steel door to let me in. I gather myself and walk into the room, heels clicking against the stone floor. He instantly looks up, dark circles under his eyes, his hair a mess. His skin is pale and his dark brown eyes follow every move I make as I take a seat across from him.

  "Subject A5. Its good to see you. But you should be in the Maze, not sitting across from me." I say, placing my hands in my lap.

  "Don't call me that. My name is Newt and you bloody know that Olivia." He barks.

  I ignore him. "What is the problem, Newt." I keep my face solemn but in my head, I can't help but remember the bouncy, bubbly boy I knew as a kid. Something has changed in him and it hurts me like a punch to the gut.

  "What do you think the problem is? How could you stand there and watch them do this to us? How could you work for them?!" He raises his voice, causing the guards' grips to tighten on their  Launchers.

  "I don't appreciate your tone, Subject A5." I sternly state.

  "I liked you better when you were with me. Not him. Not Aris." He snaps.

  "Too bad I don't care for your opinion."

  "At least then your morals were good. And your head was clear. You've been brainwashed by these people!" He stands up, his chair flying backwards, fists trembling. "I loved you. And you screwed me over." His eyes stare sharply into mine. But I won't let him crack me.

  "I think its time for him to undergo the Swipe. Take him to the doctors." I order the soldiers and they grab his arms and drag him towards the door.

  "Olivia," He whispers, his eyes full of sadness. "Don't forget me." He tells me, and something catches in my throat. I want to tell him I won't, I could never, no matter how hard I try I can't stop thinking about him. But there is no time to appear affected by his words.

  Instead, the last thing I say to him is, "Remember, Newt, Wicked is Good."