* I need to say this before you read. I have what I think is an ugly hair color. I have written this as a way to help me with how I feel about my hair. I do not mean to offend anyone with blonde hair but that isn't what I have. I wrote this for myself so if you don't like it, skip to the next one. Thank you. *
We had escaped the maze and now escaped the scorch. We were brought to a camp site home to the the Right Arm, where we would be given safety and shelter from Wicked.
It was two girls who brought us in named Harriet and Sonya. They both were fit and beautiful girls that seemed to catch the boys eyes. It's not that I minded the boys looking at them, it's how Newt looked at Sonya.
Newt and I have been dating for two years in the glade and all through the scorch. His first time seeing other girls, besides Teresa and I, would be right now. It only makes sense he would be looking at her like that, but I still felt the uncomfortable feeling deep in my gut.
"We'll bring you somewhere to eat then you may rest if you like," Sonya explained and spun around to face the boys. Her eyes found Newt quickly while a tall man approached us. Sonya took glances between the new man and Newt as he spoke.
"My name is Vince," he stated in a deep voice. "And if I know Wicked pretty well, you kids escaped a maze too."
"Too? Who else escaped a maze?" Newt asked.
"These girls," he pointed to Harriet and Sonya, "they were separated from the rest of their group while in the scorch and we saved them. All we ask for in exchange is your loyalty and just to keep out of our business."
We nodded in reply.
"Well then. The tent is down there and you can bring it over there to eat," Harriet said pointing to one tent and one small bonfire. It sadly reminded me of the glade.
Harriet and Sonya started walking around our group to another part of the camp. Newt's eyes, however, followed them until Minho spoke up.
"Well I don't know about you, but I'm starving," he chuckled and clapped his hands together.
"When aren't you?" I laughed and followed behind Minho to the tent.
We all grabbed a small sandwich wrapped in plastic wrap and a bottle of water. We took the empty seats surrounding the small fire and began eating.
We are in silence for a while, just listening to the people from Right Arm rushing around the camp. A few people were running around carrying large boxes while some were sitting around eating like we were.
"What is with you? You have a thing for blondes now?" Minho asked looking at Newt who was stuck in a trance while watching Sonya. He shook his head and glanced at Minho and me.
"What? No of course not. I already have a girlfriend, Min," Newt said almost scoffing.
"Well you have been staring at Sonya for the past five minutes," Thomas added.
"I just feel like I've seen her before. Like I know her," Newt explained.
"Maybe she was your lover growing up," Minho chuckled. "Maybe you two snuck out of your bunks and met in the bathrooms."
I set my tray down and left the group. I walked up a small ledge over looking the camp. I pulled my legs into my chest and wrapped my arms around them. A few hot tears rolled down my cheeks as I focused my eyes on a man carrying a cage filled with two chickens. Why he had them, I wasn't sure.
I couldn't get the image out of my head: Newt staring at Sonya. Of course he would be drawn to the beautiful fit girl. It all made sense. He hadn't seen other girls besides Teresa and i and now he was noticing others.
He was seeing how other girls looked, how much better other girls looked than me. He much he wished they were his instead of me.
"Love?" I heard the familiar British voice behind me. I didn't move though. I left my eyes at the ground and my body curled into itself.
He sat down beside me and put his forearms over his knees and looked off where I was looking. The silence was deafening between us. Why wasn't he speaking? Where was the breakup? The 'its me not you' speech?
"I don't tell you enough how much I love your (Y/H/C) hair," he said breaking our silence. "Much nicer than the ugly blond like mine."
He turned to face me but sighed when I didn't move. "(Y/N), I'm sorry I've been looking at Sonya a lot."
I scoffed. "Looking? More like your eyes are shucking glued to her."
He nodded and stretched the corners of his lips. At the same time, accidentally, faced each other.
"I know what you're thinking. You think now that I've seen another girl that I'm gonna run off and leave you here, right?" I nodded feeling suddenly guilty for agreeing. He smiled and wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into him.
"I'm not. I'm never leaving you. I told you in the maze, you've given me something that I didn't think was possible to have anymore: a reason to keep going," he lifted my chin to force our eyes together.
"And I'm not loosing that over some girl who looks familiar to me. I don't know why she does, and frankly I don't care. She can be an old lover for all I bloody care about because now I have you. You're where I wanna be staring at all the time, my love. I only have eyes for you and I hope you know that." He wiped a fresh tear off my cheek and pecked my forehead.
"I'm sorry for being jealous," I whispered. He just tugged me tighter into his side and kissed me on my chapped lips, although he didn't seem to mind.
"You don't have to apologize. Do you know is many times I threatened one of the boys for flirting with you? I had about four boys in the bloody slammer once after they had a few of Gally's drinks," he laughed making me chuckle and snuggle into his chest. I thought we were going to spend a few more minutes in silence but he decided to speak up again.
"I've fallen twice in my life. Once off the bloody walls, and the second time when I fell for you. I plan on it staying that way. I never plan on falling out of love with you." Another minute went by before a soft kiss was shared and a few more words.
"You're stuck with me, love. Whether you like it or not, you've got me wrapped around your little finger." I looked up and smiled up at him.
"Just the way I want it."
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FanfictionI'm a hopeless romantic so I write stories about The Maze Runner's Newt or Thomas Brodie Sangster. Most of them are sweet but some are heartbreaking. Thanks for reading and voting! :)