Little Wolf (NewtxReader)

Chapter 2 - Slinthead

Hi again to anyone who actually takes the time to read this! :) I don't think I'll really have a routine for publishing this, so I guess I'm keeping you in suspence that way... anyways, enjoy!

Ever since you tricked Gally with the kiss, you've been much less shy. But so has Gally. Which is how you end up having to do all the heaviest, worst Builder work. By yourself.

After calling Gally some unpleasant words such as shucking slinthead and klunkface, you decide the best thing for you to do is just try and get through the day with the least amount of complaints possible. So, you make huts - by yourself - and build workplaces - by yourself - and even add a huge addition to the cafeteria. By yourself. By the time the doors start to close, you are sweating buckets (much to the boys' pleasure; the attempts at making seductive comments are disgusting), so you sit down for a moment on a bench you made for the Builders.

Not long after, Mr. Klunk himself jogs up to you, eyebrows raised. "Whatcha doin' Greenie? You should be working, you know, not slacking off and having us strong men do everything for you." You grit your teeth, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing your anger.

"Well I've worked non-stop all day and I've been able to make five huts, four workplaces, and added at least 15 benches to the cafeteria. Without a second's rest. I saw you rest at least 3 times every ten minutes. I think I'm doing okay," You smirk at him. He only lets the flash of surprise flit across his face for a second - but you saw it.

"Wow! You really did all that, Greenie? That's much better than Gally does on average! I don't think I've ever seen him do it without a rest though! Nice job," a deep accent comes from behind you, startling both Gally and you. Turning around, you grin proudly.

"Thanks, Newt! Feels good to be appreciated," You glare at a fuming Gally, who quickly stomps off with a sharp, "Get back to work!"

When you turn back to Newt, he's full on laughing. You could do this all day; be sassy to someone mean and get Newt's laugh out of it! You almost blush just thinking that. 'Stop it, Y/N, don't think like that!' You scold yourself - but suddenly Newt is the last thing on your mind. Y/N! That's it!

"I just remembered my name!" You scream. Newt goes silent and stares at you expectantly. "Y/N. That's - that's my name. I know it." He grins at you. "I like it, Greenie. Y/N. It's..." He looks up at you intensely, his eyes capturing yours in his captivating gaze. "Beautiful."

You're silent. He's silent. You have a slightly open mouth. He has a slightly smiling one. You're eyes glance up shyly. His deep chocolate ones glance up lusciously. You lift your head up. He cocks his slightly, the slight smile still there, causing his eyes to wrinkle and his eyebrows to lower slightly in an adorable way. Then, a certain slinthead comes up and calls out, "Hey! You two shuckfaces! It's getting dark out! Are you gonna sit there staring at eachother or go to bed? Um I mean separately not -" "- We get it Minho!" Newt interrupts, now blushing with panic in his eyes.

You get up quickly and mutter, "I should get going, you know, bed and all!" He swallows and gets up too, nodding and quickly jogging over to Minho. You chuckle when he hits the Asian on the head for his terrible timing. But the lonely coldness you now feel can't be ignored. The only thing that had kept you warm after the sun finished setting was the heat between the two of you.

* * *

When you wake up the next morning, you are excited. It's the last day you have to work before choosing a job! It's a pretty simple one today, too, just the Med-jacks. Rumor is they don't often get to do anything interesting. But, you're no quitter, so you spend the whole of the long day sitting patiently (and sometimes not so patiently) in the Med-jack hut, tending to cuts and bruises, and many, many fake sicknesses. Just the weirdo guys trying to get a little closer to you. Trying to comment on your sparkling E/C (eye color) eyes, or your beautifully soft H/C (hair color) hair. Each time, you roll those E/C eyes and toss that H/C hair, kicking the hormones out of the Med-jack hut.

By the end of the day, you don't even talk to the injured Gladers you're tending to, just do the job and kick out fakers. Until Jeff runs into the room you've been using, eyes frantic.

"The Runners. They're in trouble. They only just came into view!"

Silently, you follow the sprinting Med-jack, horror clawing at your insides - a beast that you won't let take over. You have to stay calm and do what you can to help, you tell yourself.

When you get to the doors, Minho and Newt are supporting an unconcious Ben, who seems to have hit his head hard. They all look exhausted, and Minho's legs fail him, causing him to trip, springing all of Ben's weight onto Newt (they must have been running a lot for Ben and Minho to fall like that). Grunting, he just continues, yelling out, "Minho, get out!" At first, the Asian boy refuses, but then Newt says in a strained voice, "Please, Minho, Please (I just multiplied the scariness of this moment by about 250, didn't I?... I'm so sorry I couldn't resist :/ )." Minho, sensing the sincerity Newt was radiating, runs out of the maze, and into the Glade.

"They're not quick enough! I barely was, and I'm the fastest - let alone the fact that Newt's dragging Ben along too!" Minho cries out, sobs tipping over in his speech.

You can't believe no one is going to help Newt. He doesn't deserve this! Frantically, you race through the maze's open (but rapidly closing) doors. Newt's eyes widen.

"No, Y/N! Get out!" He yells at you, horror creeping into his raising-pitch voice. His eyes are cold and his eyebrows pinch together in concern.

"I'm not leaving you two to die."

With that, you turn, and the maze's jaws snap shut. Now, it's unconcious and injured Ben, horrified to the core Newt, and inexperienced but determined you against the maze, and whatever it felt like throwing your way.