Remember for the Both of Us [COMPLETED]

9: Angry Newt

He stood in front of us, furious. "What in the name of all bloody things that are holy is going on?"

He looked at me but I looked down. Gally glared at me. Minho shrugged, seemingly unconcerned about the blood that dripped down his face. Thomas and Teresa glanced at each other, then Teresa spoke up. "You know how Thomas and I can... talk telepathically?" she said awkwardly.

Newt's only response was a glare.

"Well, I tried to talk to him and then she started screaming in our heads and then when I tried to go talk to her she flipped and started running and then she hit Gally and Minho before you grabbed her," she babbled nervously in one long, run-on sentence.

"So it was you--" I started, and Newt whirled on me.

"Slim it! What did I tell you? Don't leave the Glade. How hard is that? You aren't allowed to speak until I tell you to!"

I took in a breath, biting my lip. He had never been so harsh before. He'd always been patient and kind, never given to angry outbursts like this.

He rubbed his forehead. "Minho, get out of here. Go get your face fixed up."

As he passed by me he winked. "Feisty," he chuckled.

I shrunk away, and Thomas shoved him on the way out. "Lay off," he growled.

Newt sighed. "Gally--I don't know. Go build something."

As Gally left he shot a remorseful smile at Teresa and got another glare from Thomas. I blinked. There was obviously something going on here...

"Hope." I jerked. "Now that you know that it's just Thomas and Teresa, there's nothing to worry about. You're not going crazy, or if you are, there are two others going crazy the exact same way you are."

Thomas started forward. "Uh--"

"What?"

"Well, is there any way for us to send private messages? Like, just to one person?"

"Try it," Newt snapped irritably. "Focus on Teresa and send it just to her or whatever. I don't know how your bloody telepathy works."

Hi Teresa.

Thomas looked at me. I shook my head, pretending that I hadn't heard it. "Did you say anything?"

"It works," Teresa said.

"Yay," Newt said. "Now that you've all made up, go weed or something."

And he stalked out of the room.

All three of us sat in stunned silence for a moment. Then, voicing the only thing I could think of, I turned to Teresa and asked, "Is he on his man period or something?"