Mokita (TST FF)

Chapter 6

Newt raised his eyebrows at me as I groaned in frustration. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Because by the look on your face, you know exactly what 'Nepenthe' means." He replied, pronouncing the word wrong. I didn't correct him.

"I don't—I just—She said it in a memory." I stuttered, looking away.

"Who said it? Who is she?" Newt looked slightly concerned as he stared at me, placing his hand on my lower back.

"The lady from Wicked. The one that made Gally kill...The one that controlled Gally." I muttered, my breathing becoming harsh. I didn't want to talk about chuck. I would probably just break down again and that wouldn't be pretty.

"That's it, everyone out." Newt announced, gesturing towards the door. No one moved, slightly confused.

"What? Why?" Aris asked, automatically defensive.

"Because I need to talk to my girlfriend alone. Do you have a problem with that, Aris?" Newt stated, his tone scarily calm. I looked to Aris, waiting to see his response. Instead of replying, he simply clenched his jaw, gave Newt an award winning glare, and walked out of the room. The other's followed him, not really caring that they were being kicked out. In fact, I was pretty sure Minho found Aris' reaction hilarious.

After everyone had left the room, I cleared my throat awkwardly, turning to face Newt. He raised his eyebrows, waiting for an explanation.

"I don't know where to start..." I mumbled honestly, laughing weakly.

Newt shrugged, his thumb rubbing my back where his hand was still placed. "The start, maybe? Tell me what you remember."

"I remember a lot of things..." I trailed off, sighing quietly. "They aren't exactly good, Newt."

"Emma, I'm not going to think any less of you—"

"How do you know?" I snapped, instantly regretting my tone. I brought my voice down to a whisper. "How do you know? How do I know that you won't hate me?"

Newt sighed, moving so that he was standing directly in front of me. "I could never hate you, Emma. I love you, more than anything."

His eyes softened, and for a split second, they moved down to my lips, before looking back into my eyes. I noticed the small gesture though, smiling at him before running my tongue over my bottom lip.

"Proof, or it isn't true."

Newt scoffed and rolled his eyes. "I'm trying to be serious here, Emma. Stop trying to tempt me."

I simply shrugged, the corner of my mouth twitching up into a smirk. "Is it working?"

I ran my fingers up his arm, causing him to freeze.

"No." He muttered, his jaw clenched. I chuckled quietly, leaning up and placing a small kiss on his jaw. "Emma...Emma, stop."

I grinned against his skin, continuing to trail kisses across his jaw line. I pulled back slightly, enough room to let me talk without it being muffled. "Make me."

"Okay." He growled, grabbing ahold of my wrists, pushing me into the wall to our right, and pinning them above my head. A gasp escaped my mouth, but he muffled it with his lips being pressed against mine. I kissed back without any hesitation, my heart pounding so hard in my chest, that I was scared that he could hear it. His hands slowly let go of my wrists, and my hands instantly found themselves tangled in the British boy's hair. Not really meaning to, I let out a small moan, and he froze, pulling back.

"We should probably stop." He said, sounding breathless. I swallowed, pressing my lips together.

"Probably." I shrugged, biting my bottom lip. Newt's eyes widened at that small gesture and within a moment his lips were back on mine. I grinned as they begin to move in perfect synchronization, his hand holding the back of my neck, as if he were trying to pull me closer. I fiddled with the hem of his shirt, and he chuckled, helping me pull it over his head.

"Again, we should probably stop." He grinned, the look in his eye telling me that he didn't plan too, much like before. I simply shrugged again, my eyes looking him up and down. There had only been a small number of times that I had seen Newt shirtless, and they definitely weren't in this context. Usually, it was after a shower or before bed. This...this was different.

"Do you like the view?" Newt teased, wiggling his eyebrows at me. I rolled my eyes playfully, giving him a light shove.

"You wish—" As I shoved Newt, he grinned, falling back onto the bed, and pulling me with him, affectively cutting me off. I landed with my legs either side of his stomach, and my hands on his toned chest.

"Uhhh..."

Someone walked into the room.

"Oh god! Oh god, I'm sorry! I—Uh—what—" I scrambled off of Newt, staring wide eyed at Ben, who was closely followed by Minho and Aris.

"Did we interrupt something?" Minho snorted, looking quite amused. Aris simply looked pissed.

"Yes."

"No!" I glared at Newt playfully as I spoke. "No."

Newt gave me a wink, before sitting up and turning to the others. "She's really hard to get information out of."

"No kidding." Minho muttered, sitting on one of the beds across from us. He reached down in front of him and grabbed Newt's shirt, chucking it at his face. "You're ruining Ben's innocence."

Ben blushed, looking almost as red as I did. Awh. He was so cute. I need to find him a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend. I have no idea what he's into, actually. I'll have to find out. 

Newt quickly put his shirt on, chuckling quietly to himself. Minho turned to me.

"Start talking, girly. We're not going to get distracted like Newtie boy."

Newt let out a breath, his voice husky. "Believe me, if she did that to you, you'd be more than distracted."

"I'm not a child. I know how to control my hormones." Minho scoffed, crossing his arms.

Newt raised an eyebrow, giving his friend a glare. "Says the one who was set on stealing my girlfriend from me just over a week ago."

Minho rolled his eyes. "I already told you, shuck face. I don't like Emma."

"It's kind of hard not to." Aris muttered from the corner, making everyone turn to him with wide eyes. He just shrugged, looking away. "She's likeable, okay?"

Newt looked like he wanted to punch him, but I gave him a look to say, 'don't you dare'.

"Oh my god, is everyone after my girlfriend?" Newt asked, clearly exasperated.

"I'm not!" Ben exclaimed, jumping up and down on the spot. I smiled at him, and he happily returned the grin.

"Great." Newt muttered, rolling his eyes. "Cause that makes it any better."

"Let's just get this over with, yeah?" Minho asked, sighing loudly. I shrunk down, looking away. I had tried to avoid this conversation for a reason. I didn't want to talk about any of this with them. "We should probably go wake Thomas up before you explain everything though. The shank fell asleep a little while ago."

"No!" I immediately said, shrinking down even more.

"No?" Minho asked, tilting his head.

I stayed silent, shaking my head. I definitely did not want to talk to Thomas. I couldn't. Not after what he said. He was right. He probably hated me.

"Look, Emma, you're going to have to talk to him eventual—"

"You guys! There's food!" There was a pause, and we all looked at eachother with wide eyes. "It just appeared out of nowhere!"

Minho rushed out of the room, followed by me and the others. I froze at the sight in front of me. Not only was there food, but a man. Janson.