My Hero Limps [Newt love story]

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A/N: I KNOW IM LATE IM REALLY SORRY GUYS <3 I've got like coursework due this week and my teacher forgets stuff so I'm really rushed but idc bc I like writing this story <3 <3

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Jade's POV:

The ground I was lying on was hard and cold. I sat up groggily and rubbed my eyes. I looked around and groaned in annoyance. The Slammer, my old friend. That 3 legged chair stood there, creaking as the wind blew. The light shining through the barred window told me that it was about 6 in the evening. I looked over to the broken chair.

"Its only you and me now, Mr Chair," I mumbled.

Great, I was going crazy now.

I leaned back and hummed a tune that I randomly made up. What had happened? All I could remember was the word 'Flare'. Some old memory told me that it was a... virus? Was it like the common cold? Probably. Maybe it was slightly worse than that. Maybe... a really high fever plus the cold?

Thomas, can you hear me? I asked, visualising Thomas and shooting the words to him, this time softer.

You're awake?! Thomas replied frantically.

Yes, shuck-face. What happened? I asked worriedly.

You bashed Dan and you passed out, Thomas said, sounding unsure of himself at the end.

Thomas, you're lying, I stated.

I really don't want to say this,  Thomas said worriedly.

What?! I yelled at him.

Jade, you are like Newt...Thomas trailed off.

Huh?I asked, standing up.

You've got the Flare, Thomas said. I felt his presence leave my and I took the chair and brought it over to the window. I stood on it and saw the Glade, only a few Gladers working left. It was almost time for dinner so that was when everyone knew the day was over. My stomach growled at the thought of food.

"I feel you," I said, patting my stomach. I saw the silhouette of Newt and a big grin made its way onto my face. When Newt stepped into the Slammer, I ran into Newt with open arms and squished my face into his chest, breathing in his usual scent of cinnamon and vanilla. He let out a startled gasp and almost fell back, but steadied himself. I refused to let him go and he shuffled and leaned against the left wall of the Slammer. Once I felt I was satisfied, I looked up and him and he laughed, looking down. It was pretty funny, seeing our height differences.

"Hey," he chuckled, dipping his head to kiss me. I kissed him back as he extended his arm to close the door of the Slammer. He put his arms around my waist, not letting me break away from the kiss. I could sense a little bit of desperation behind Newt's kiss. He wrapped his arms around me protectively, as if he was afraid I was going to be gone any minute. His kiss was gentle yet rough at the same time. 

I knotted my fingers in his soft hair, pulling him closer until there was no space between us. He produced a low growl, which I found incredibly hot. He turned us around that my back was pushed against the wall. He hoisted me up and I wrapped my legs around him, not breaking from the kiss. He put his arms under my butt and I giggled a little. Things started to heat up as he attacked my lips ferociously, me struggling to keep up with the pace. 

Right here, we were making out in the Slammer, with a single door separating us. Anyone could easily swing the door and find us making out.

But we didn't care.