TMR/TBS Imagines

Newt // My Hero (Pt.1)

* So a few people asked for a part 3 to my last imagine and I haven't had time for the part few days to do it but it's coming. I figured I would post one of the last imagines I wrote a while ago now since I don't have part 3 done yet. It's not the best thing I've written but I'm still proud of it. Thank you! And a part 2 is in the works :) *

"I'm back love," Newt smiled at me as he joined me back in the gardens. He had made a quick errand for Alby leaving me alone for a couple minutes digging holes into the ground for seeds.

"Hi Newt," I smiled back while blushing at the nickname he gave me. I blushed every time he called me it even if he had been called me it since I came up in ten box a little over a year ago.

In that year, I made some amazing friends. I stuck around the track-hoes mostly like Zart and another boy named Jackson because that was my job too. Then when Newt had his accident, he came to work with me in gardens which brought us extremely close.

We would spend every day together pulling weeds, tying vines or digging holes in the hot glade. There wasn't a moment for the most part that we were separated only because we were so comfortable with each other.

Somewhere in that year, however, feelings grew. They weren't the same platonic feelings I had when he comforted me on my first night in the glade. Now they were butterflies erupting in my stomach when our hands would subtly touch while pulling on a vegetable from the ground.

We rarely had anyone interfere with the moments that happened quite frequently during our days work since Newt and Alby made it clear early on that if I was uncomfortable with a boy hitting on me, he would be sent to the slammer. Newt had deliberately sent ten boys to the slammer for attempting to make a move on me. Each time Alby would laugh and unlock the door to the pit and help the boy out. I always thought it was sweet but Alby would just laugh it off saying how easily Newt got jealous.

It wasn't until a month ago the feelings flipped; now I was jealous instead of Newt. Last month, marking the one year anniversary of my time in the glade, a second girl appeared from the box. Her name was Mariana and was a pretty girl with short brown wavy hair and dark brown eyes. She was pretty and fit but she was snotty and rude to most of the boys. All except Newt.

For a week after she came up, she would whine at every little thing around her and only calmed down when Newt came into the room. She would immediately cling to his hip and cry saying, "the mean people tried to hurt me, Newtie," in an obnoxious baby voice.

I tried befriending her right in the beginning since I knew how much I would have enjoyed having another girl to help me when I came but she pushed me aside. She claimed she didn't anyone's help- mine especially- except for Newt. And Newt being Newt, he wanted her to feel comfortable just like he did for me, so he went along with it.

He knew now how much I disliked the girl for multiple reasons which is why he now tried to keep us as far apart as he could. He made it certain that she wouldn't work with us in the gardens so that we wouldn't have to listen to her ear-splitting whine every time something little happened to her. Even Gally couldn't stand her voice and most people hated him!

"I was wondering," he began while taking the shovel from my hand and setting it against the wooden vine racks. He took my hands and rubbed his thumb gently over my knuckles. "Or maybe... y-you would like to-"

"Newtie!" A high pitched whine rung through the glade. I let out a huge sigh and closed my eyes tightly in exhaustion. One day I couldn't go without her crying her way over to us for no reason other than her wanting to be a bother.

"What is it Mariana?" Newt asked shooting me an apologetic look before turning to face Mariana.

She came from the far side of the glade where she should have been scrubbing toilets. Yes, Newt made her a slopper since she practically couldn't do anything else. She had her shirt pulled tightly around her and hung low to show off her cleavage. She always worse little and/or tight clothing to show off her body which only made me hate her more. I mean, I couldn't tell her what she could or could not wear, but it was the opposite of how I dressed. To me, she was too much of a show off.