TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // Second is the Best

* I stole this idea from httpjoi on tumblr and I'm sorry but I just loved the idea.

Warning: this imagine is very triggering because of the mention of suicide and self harm*

I woke up in the glade a year ago without memories just like the other boys. The only difference was, I was a girl. The other boys gave me my space but still made small efforts to get to know me. We played truth or dare many times over the year so I got to know the boys while having fun.

The boys knew I was smaller and not as strong as them, not because I was a girl but just because of my body size. I had won once while wrestling and lost many more times than I'd like to admit. But this didn't stop them from making fun of my chubby weight or my small breasts. They were still boys.

One of the boys, however, always fought for me. His name is Newt. He fought for me, literally, and had thrown four boys in the pit after some comments made about my appearance.

"They had no right to talk about a gorgeous girl like you," he would say each time before pecking a nice kiss on my lips. I never felt judged around him. I never felt the need to hide who I was or what I looked like when he was beside me. There was no jealousy with him, he knew I was his and his alone.

The love he exhilarated for me made me feel wanted and needed in the glade. He would go out of his way to make sure I was alright constantly and I adored him more for it. Everything was grand.

That was until she arrived. Teresa. Everyone was shocked when she arrived, nor because she was a girl but because she was breathtaking. She had jet black hair with crystal blue eyes falling over her hour glass figure that screamed: attention.

Although the boys practically threw themselves at her, she only seemed to care about Thomas. She spent most of her time following him around while the other boys followed her. A trail of pathetic boys chasing after a girl after another.

But it wasn't like she was begging for it. She was just beautiful and the boys noticed it. This just made them leave me. She's been here a week so that meant i haven't spoken to the boys in a week. Even my boyfriend Newt is following her like a love sick puppy. I know it's terrible to compare myself to another girl but I was loosing my boyfriend to her.

"Hey Minho," I said running over to him as he sat down in the circle of boys around Teresa. "Do you wanna race me to the doors? I know i can beat your slow butt." I knew he loved racing with me, he used to do it all the time just to prove he was the fastest runner.

"Shh (Y/N)," he said waving me off. With my chest sunken, I walked over to Gally and bent over.

"Hey Gally. Can you teach me to build something?" I knew it was a long shot but I had tried everyone else.

"Go away. I'm listening to Teresa," he said shooing me off like Minho had done. I then walked over to newt who was also engaged in the conversation.

The boys were each taking turns asking her an irrelevant question.

"Teresa what's is like being a girl?"

"How are your eyes so blue?"

"Does the maze scare you that much?"

All questions she didn't really have answers but they still threw them at her. She would give a half smile and try to her best to answer.

I then took a seat beside Newt knowing he wouldn't ignore me. Sure he had been distant lately but he would never act like the other boys did. Me wanting attention this badly should make him realize somehow that he wanted me too and would take his attention off her for a moment.