Different || the maze runner

Much Ow

Chapter 8:

Groaning, Ivy crawled out of her bed, stretching her aching body. Begging her to lay back down and sleep, her muscles tightened at every move; but she simply ignored the pains.

She began making her way to the door, as beside it was a mirror; she wanted to see herself. Yes, she had told Newt she didn't feel like one to be so self-centred, but he was right. When your life is as fucked up as this, it's okay to pay attention to yourself.

However, before she could even get close, her foot collided with a bed leg.

"BASTARD!" Ivy screamed at the sudden pain at her toes, lifting her leg up she grasped her foot as it throbbed. She groaned in frustration as well as pain as she hopped about, still clutching her toes.

"MOTHERFUCKING BLUE SHITS HOLY CRAP WHY?!"

If it hadn't been her, she would probably be laughing, but what happened next was rather a shock to her.

Flinging open, the door collided with the mirror, and Ivy heard a very noticeable crack as the glass broke.

Dark blonde hair disheveled and messy, chest bare, Newt stood in the doorway, concern plastered across his face.

"What's wrong? What's going on?" The alarm on his face was pure, Ivy realised that he must of heard her scream when she stubbed her toe on that freaking bed leg.

Although there was something stopping them from an acceptable situation, too late did Ivy realise why the alarm and concern that were on his face only moments before shifted to utter shock and horror in a matter of seconds.

The previous night, she had been so exhausted and hot that Ivy didn't bother changing into the pjs that had been sent up, but simply stripped and left only her underwear.

Leaving her half naked as Newt stood in front of her.

------------------

Newt PoV:

Each of there faces exploded in hot red as their eyes widened even further.

Ivy laughed, and all he could think about was how could she be laughing and goddamn she fit.
"Hey , Newt ." She chuckled ," I get that you haven't seen a girls body in your current memory , but maybe try not to stare ?" She laughed again , and broke Newt out of his shock.

"Shit! Ivy I'm so sorry!" He said as he quickly turned around, the burning in his face still fresh.

Then, to make matters worse, Minho, Alby and just about all the keepers came running through the hall and crowding the doorway.

"WHAT? WHATS HAPPENING?" They all asked at different timings.

Ironically, Frypan was holding a frying-pan, which in normal circumstances Newt might have laughed at but not now, and almost all the others where holding shoes as weapons.

Each face reddened to match Newts,

Smirking, Minho crossed his arms,
"Well well well. What do we have here?" He asked, eyebrows raised.

"Get out of here!" Alby ordered to his fellow Gladers,

They were left with no room for protest as Alby ushered them away and Newt slammed the door shut.