Thomas Sangster & Newt Imagines

Secret Love || Newt- part 8

The Maze was quiet that day. Not a single Griever during my run and not a single exit popping up from nowhere. Newt was back into the Glade and it seemed like everything was going back to normal.

I bumped into Thomas in the main corridor of the Maze, both returning from our run after almost eight exhausting hours. We were both tired and sweaty, but in a joyful mood having Newt back among us. I could tell they both grew closer during this week.

"So do I have to cover my ears tonight?", he asked playfully, nudging me in the arm.

We stopped running now and we were heading towards the Glade at a steady walk.

"What do you mean?", I widened my eyes, trying to look like I had no idea of what he was talking about.

"Yeah yeah, act like you don't know!"

He chuckled and pushed me on the side, making me lose my balance for a second. I could feel myself blushing by the second and I looked away, trying to hide my laugh.

"Stop it, man!", I told him and he just mumbled an "Mhmmm" before grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me closer into a hug.

"You can't fool me, you Shank!", he ruffled my hair then pushed me away from him again.

I caught his arm and scratched it by mistake, making him grimace at me.

"Dude, bite your nails! I already feel sorry for Newt's back!"

He started rubbing at his arm with a simulated pain on his face, trying to hold his laughter. I punched his shoulder and pushed him into the wall then started running the rest of the distance towards the Glade.

"The last one is a Shuckface!", I yelled back at him.

I was finally happy and laughing after a stressful week. I saw him regain his posture and start chasing me, making Griever-like noises.

I crossed the threshold into the Glade first, but one second after I felt him grabbing the back of my t-shirt and pulling me back. I lost my balance at the sudden action and fell into the green grass, swearing under my breath.

"Who's the Shuckface now?!" he laughed at me, howling his victory all over the place.

"Shut up and help me!"

He extended his hand and let me grab it, pulling me on my feet again.

"Good run, though", he patted my shoulder.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Wait until next time", I told him.

"Bring it!", he shrugged and turned on his heels, heading for the Map Room. "Hey, where's everybody?"

It was only then I realized how quiet the Glade was. The Builders were not at work, no one was in the Gardens, even Frypan was nowhere to be seen. But then Thomas pointed to the Medjack's hut.

"I think they're in there", he said.

I followed his gaze and I saw movement in the small room. It seemed crowded, almost like every Glader was in there. I gave Thomas a worried look and I hurried towards the wooden building with him close behind me.

As I got closer, Chuck stepped out.

"Oh hi there, Y/N! How was your run today?", he smiled at me, rocking back and forth onto his feet. But it was a forced smile; something was not right.

"It was good, Chuck", I answered. "What's going on, where's everyone?"

"They are...around", he babbled. "And no exists? Any Griever?"