Little Wolf (NewtxReader)

Chapter 1 - You Go Girl

Hi whoever will actually read this! This is my first time doing this EVER so I'm just trying to do this right... any support I could get would be great... anyways I don't want to blab my mouth off so here we go! Enjoy!

A sudden, jolting movement makes your eyes flick open, your body automatically tensing from the abrupt movement. You can't think too clearly, so you're not really worried about how you can't remember anything. Instead, you choose to panic about how you're in a rapidly moving box that could hit anything at anytime. But then, the box stops. You hold your breath; you can tell something is about to happen. A couple seconds later, the top of the box opens up like a trap door, revealing staggering sunlight and horrendous heat. The next thing you know, a group of about 25 teenage boys peer over the rim at you. Then, you're hit by the wolf whistles, cat calls, and all other embarrasing forms of showing attraction possible. But most of them are cut off by one of the guys - a dark-skinned boy who seems older than the others - yelling out, "Well stop being idiots and help her out!" He glares angrily at them, then casts an apologetic glance your way. The boy next to him, who has sandy blond hair and dark brown eyes, gazes at you with his hand stroking his mouth in an analyzing manner.

As the other guys rush to help you out of your box, you keep your eye on the dark-skinned boy and the blonde boy, but still are startled when they walk up to you. "You okay, Greenie?" The older one asks. You shake your head, slightly speechless from your panic. You can't recall anything, you don't know where you are, and frankly, you don't know if you can trust this group of guys.

"Well I'm Alby and this oddly quiet shank is Newt. Welcome to the Glade!" The dark-skinned one - Alby - tells you. You don't understand, but you decide to keep quiet about that for now. You nod and turn to the other boy, Newt.

"Why are you staring at me like I've just become the world's hardest puzzle?" You ask Newt bluntly. He smiles.

"I like you, Greenie. But there's a problem here. You're a girl," Newt responds with a British accent. "Not that there's anything wrong with that! Except the fact that you're the only one. Seems a bit odd, doesn't it?" He's still staring at you quizzically. You could only gaze back, just as confused as he, until Alby shoulders Newt and chastises, "C'mon Newt, why are you being so skeptical? You're never like th- he's never like this!" He decides to direct the comment to you. You smile sheepishly and lick your lips.

"Could you please tell me what's going on now?" You ask, trying to keep the sass out of your voice. It must work, though, because Alby smirks and says, "Sure, but 'ol Newtie here'll have to be the one to do it. I've got to go and lead my Glade!" And with that, Alby leaves you and Newt alone.

Newt stares at you for just a second longer before shaking his head and giving you a stunning smile. You return it brightly, glad that Newt is done with his analyzing, at least for now.

* * *

Newt has told you rules, jobs, and just about everything else he could think of. He even caved in and told you about the maze, which immediately excited you. But apparently unless you are chosen to be a Runner, you can't do it. You aren't happy about that, but you've still had a pretty good day, so you don't let that drag you down.

Of course, there is something really bad about being the only girl. Everywhere you go, all the boys try to get you to fall for them when you feel absolutely no connection to them.

But you're snapped out of your negative thoughts when a little boy probably only about 12 or 13 years old comes up to you nervously. You smile warmly, and the kid visibly relaxes. "The others call me names," he explains quickly. "The name's Luck, and I was the Greenie before you. Wanna hear a secret?" He asks you excitedly.

"Um... sure!" You respond, trying to fake his level of enthusiasm. In response he sticks his tongue out but continues.

"I remember something other than my name!" Luck whispers to you emphatically. "His name was Chuck and he was about 2 years younger than me; he should be about 10 now!" Luck tells you, no longer whispering, but obviously trying to.

"That's cool... so... where am I supposed to sleep again?" You ask sheepishly. Luck's eyes widen and he quickly sputters out, "I'm so sorry! I completely forgot about that! Come on follow me!" He tells you apologetically, but back to his usual bright self by the end of his words.

* * *

For the past couple hours, you've been getting comfortable in the Glade, getting more accustomed to the boy's ways, and even learning some of the words the Gladers use.

Right now, you're in your room, sitting on your bed and just calming your mind. That is, until a shy knock resonates off the door. You slowly get up and open the door, only to see a slightly blushing Newt standing before you. You cock your head at him and, staring hard at the ground, he mutters, "Sorry to, um, disturb you, but every time we get a new Greenie, we have a bonfire party. It's kinda tradition. Care to come down?"

He glances up quickly to see you smiling, and grins back at you shyly. "I would love to Newt. Just give me a minute, okay?" The boy in front of you nods and rushes out of your way. After a quick touch-up, you head to the center of the Glade.

When you get there, you see all the boys standing in a circle, chanting and cheering. You're not tall enough to see, but when Newt turns and spots you, he moves back to make room for you. Suddenly, it's as if everyone else has caught sight of you. You gulp.

One of the boys - Gally, if you remember correctly - calls out with a smirk, "Whoever wins the fighting circle gets to kiss the Greenie!"

Suddenly, this bonfire doesn't seem like such a good idea. A sour lump rises in your throat.

You glance around frantically, trying to catch a sensible person with your eyes, but no one sees your eyes; they've got theirs on your lips and your body. The only one who seems displeased with the idea is Newt, who echoes your disgusted look. Then, Alby walks up from behind Newt and they glance at each other. You can see the distaste evident on Alby's face, too.

As all the other boys start to call out their agreements, you start to protest, shouting out sassy remarks whenever possible; sadly, your single voice can't match 23 yelling teenage boys. You try to get all nasty, attacking the guys and such, but by now, even Newt looks past the drunk line. But then, an idea forms in your head, and you stop struggling.

You watch the fights by the light of the bonfire, often glancing away and looking out over the grassy Glade, but always snap your head back with your teeth bared when someone stupid calls you over to them.

Eventually, Gally wins, and from what you can tell it was the expected result from most of the boys. So, you stepped up to Gally with a smirk on your face.

"Pleased and eager, I see!" Gally calls out, drunk and victorious not mixing well on him. You just roll your eyes, then close them. When you feel Gally's lips on yours, that's when you bite down as hard as you can on his bottom lip. You keep holding on so he can't scream, though. Then, you step closer to Gally and indiscreetly stomp as hard as you can on his foot, but once again keep yourself locked on so Gally can't show his pain. Then, just as he starts to relax and let you go, you turn quickly, elbowing Gally in the stomach (once again in a mostly unnoticable way) and stomp off to your room triumphantly.

As you pass by Newt, he chuckles and cogratulates you. "You go girl, " he says in his lovely accent. "Never seen anyone stand up to Gally that well!" You grin at the secret you two share, since no one else had noticed (they are all now asking Gally how the kiss was and if it was as great as they're imagining it), but never stop marching right to your room.