The Fighter 》 The Maze Runner

Eight

My heart was racing, my palms were sweating, I felt like running right now. But, I knew what I needed to do. Some of you might say don't worry about it, it's just Newt. Well, I can't help but worry. I'm thinking about the outcome. Would he stop talking to me? Would he not care? Would he laugh in my face? Would he just walk away and tell the others my pathetic excuse of an apology? The more my mind though about it the more nervous I got.

I found a good spot in the woods, not close enough for any of the Gladers to hear, and not far enough in case I need to make a break for it. I turned to Newt, but kept my eyes on the floor. I kept twiddling with my thumbs. How am I going to start?

I guess Newt did, "Are you ok, Danny?"

I didn't say anything. My chest kept pounding frantically. I opened my mouth a few times, but nothing came out. I slowly looked up at him to see him looking at me with concern. I sighed as I started pacing.

"This was so much easier in my head." I mumbled before I ran my hand through my hair.

"What would be easier?" He asked as he furrowed his eyebrows. He looked cute doing it. Oh, god, snap out of it.

I stopped my pacing, took a deep breath, and started rambling, "I know I've been ignoring you the past few weeks, and I feel shucking terrible about it. You were there for me and asked me if I trusted you. I told you I did - and I still do. Yet, I ignored you and the others. It was just, um, after everything that happened it scared me. I shut you guys out, like the shank I really am. If you don't want to talk to me anymore I'll understand. I'll even go to the Homestead, pack my things, and go find somewhere else to sleep. We don't have to talk to each other or even acknowledge each other. I hope you don't because your friendship means everything to me. What I'm trying to say is that I'm sor-"

I didn't even finish because Newt pulled me into his embrace. I didn't hesitate and returned it. I kept panting from saying that apology in one breath. But, when I did get my breath back, a small smile formed on my face.

"You're not a shank. You have nothing to apologize for." Newt said.

Tears were in my eyes but they didn't fall. My heart began to pound faster and faster. In the beginning it was normal. Then the more I got to know him, before I ignored him, it began to beat faster. We stood like that for a while. I don't deserve his friendship. I don't deserve him.

"I'm so sorry, Newt." I whispered.

He held me tighter, "It's ok, Danny."

I shook my head, "It's not."

We pulled away, but he held my face so I could look in his eyes, "You went through something and wanted to deal with it your own way. I understand, we all deal with things differently. I'm just glad you're bloody talking to me again."

I noticed how his cheeks turned punk when he said that. I didn't say anything but smiled and pulled him into another embrace. I held him tighter, putting all my worries about this behind. I'm so stupid to think those things.

Newt is nothing like that. He's sweet. He's caring. He's thoughtful. He knows me better than any of the Gladers. He can make me smile, laugh, when I don't want to. He makes my heart beat fast. He makes my stomach have a bonfire when we hug like this. I'm liking him more and more everyday.

Yeah, I just admitted that...I like Newt. Do you want me to scream it at the top of my lungs if you don't believe me? I like Newt!