Wc: 1303
Enjoy my lovelies❤
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Paradise. It was perfect- a safe place to live, your friends by your side. Well, almost perfect. Ever since you made it to paradise, your boyfriend Newt had been... different. Back in the glade he had been so open and sweet and affectionate, but these days he was constantly irritable and closed off, like he had far better things to do than spend time with you. Not to mention Victoria, the group b girl that he was always around.
"I hate her," Teresa growled as the two of you watched Newt laugh at something Victoria said from across the meadow most people chose to spend free time in. Your heart panged painfully, but you just shrugged and sighed.
"I don't. I mean, it's not her fault she's got gorgeous dark hair and big green bambi eyes and she's smart and funny and-"
"Fine, but it is her fault that she's flirting with your boyfriend," Teresa snapped, shamelessly cutting you off.
"Yeah, because Newt isn't encouraging it at all," you sarcastically remarked, watching him shoot Victoria a cheeky grin. You terribly missed the time when his smiles were directed at you.
You were thrown back into a memory. Newt was standing beside you in the deadheads, his eyes alight with a rare sort of joy and his lips curled in a smile. "You're amazing, Y/n. You are so amazing. How did I end up so lucky as to have you all to myself?" he said, leaning in and pressing his lips to yours, sending your heart into a fit of flutters.
Teresa shot you a look, probably because she knew that every time you looked at your boyfriend with Victoria you felt sick to your stomach and your heart shriveled up in your chest. She knew, but you would still never admit it out loud. "Come on, I don't want to think about this right now, Minho said he wanted to go fishing in the pond today, let's go find him," you suggested, grabbing Teresa's arm and pulling her away, but not before she shot Newt and Victoria a nasty look. You bit back a smile, because even though you didn't hate her, you were kind of glad Teresa did.
You sat with Minho, Teresa, and Thomas on the edge of the lake, dangling your feet in the cool water, your fishing rods lying forgotten on the grass.
"Listen, Y/n, I really think you need to talk to Newt. I mean when's the last time you guys have had a real conversation?" Teresa asked, bringing the subject back up after a brief lull in conversation. You didn't want to talk about it- why would you when it only made you so upset and self conscious that you physically felt sick to your stomach? But she was probably right, you couldn't carry on like this forever.
You sighed heavily and stared into the sparkling blue green ripples of the pond. "I've been trying, but he won't ever let me start the conversation! He's always busy, or 'too tired' or he'll 'talk to me later'," you complained, fidgeting with your hands.
"He's acting like such a freakin' shuck face, Y/n. I seriously don't know what's gotten into him, I mean he's been our best friend since the glade!" Minho exploded, gesturing to Thomas who nodded an agreement.
"I don't know... I just don't really know what to do," you whispered, fighting back tears. You would not cry.
"Y/n, it's okay to be sad," Thomas murmured, reaching over and placing a warm and gentle hand on your knee. Dang it, maybe you would cry. A single hot tear slipped out of your eye and you gave a shaky laugh.
"I guess I just feel like I'll be, like, admitting defeat or something. Like if I admit that I'm heartbroken, I'll be saying that it's over. Guys, I don't want it to be over," you choked out as the tears started flowing freely down your cheeks. Minho put his arm around you and pulled you against his chest and Teresa smoothed your hair. None of them said anything, there wasn't much to say. But they were there for you, and that was all that mattered to you. "Sorry, I'm an ugly crier," you muttered, wiping your eyes on your sleeve. Teresa chuckled and rolled her eyes.
"Y/n, dear, everyone is an ugly crier, and to be honest, you're far better than most," she replied, finishing a braid in your hair. You took a deep shaky breath and met the eyes of your three best friends.
"So I guess that's decided, then. It's over. I have to tell him," you stated with a certain determination glinting in your eyes and hardening your voice. Minho nodded, almost a grimace on his face.
"I think that's the right thing to do, Y/n."
That night after dinner, you walked over to Newt's home. The houses here were all makeshift huts, really, but they were better than what you had in the glade. You knocked, and when he hollered at you to come in, you entered cautiously, your heart slamming against your chest.
"Oh, Y/n, hey. Listen, I'm really-" he started, refusing to meet your eyes. Your heart stuttered. You just wanted to scream at him to look at you, for once. You sighed and abruptly cut him off.
"Yeah, I know, you're tired," you said, maybe a tad snappishly. "But I gotta talk to you and you're going to listen." He stared at you in surprise, his brown eyes widening and his mouth hanging slightly open. You rushed on before you lost your nerve. This was going to hurt. "I love you, Newt. You know that. But you've been treating me pretty shucking badly lately, and I know you've got a thing for Victoria, so it's over. You can be with her for real now, and I don't have to watch my boyfriend drooling over another girl." You conveniently left out that you will have to watch your ex-boyfriend drool over another girl. Newt opened and shut his mouth a few times, as though he couldn't figure out what to say. He had a crease in his brow like he was either confused, or thinking hard, or both.
"Y/n, I-"
"I'll see you around, and I truly wish you the very best," you said before hurrying out the door and running to your own house. As soon as you got there, you curled up in a ball in your bed and took a few deep breaths. You had already cried over this, and you weren't going to cry again. It wasn't your problem to deal with anymore. That was what you told yourself, at least. At some point during the night, Minho, Teresa, and Thomas showed up in your room. They sat with you quietly for a while, and this time you were the one who brought it up. "So... I did it." Minho nodded and gave the half grimace again. He was glad you had broken free, but knew how much this hurt you. "I did it," you continued, "and now I don't know what to do."
At this Minho stared you straight in the eye, his own eyes glinting with a sudden fire. "Are you kidding me? You don't know what to do?! You do what we've always done! We just keep on keepin' on! You haven't lost it all, Y/n. You've still got us- you've got this place, and besides! When is the last time Y/N Y/L/N has needed anyone? You're the toughest little shank I've ever seen. Don't let that shuckface screw with you. I won't let you let that shuckface screw with you!"
And that was all it took to finally make you smile.
