Newt x Reader ~Fangirl in the Glade~ *UNDER EDITING*

Chapter 30

Three days.
Three shucking days have gone by.
Three more boys taken.
And as soon as Thomas wakes he calls to have a gathering.
Chuck was staring at me as I mumbled to myself and played with my food.

"Hey, (Y/N), are you okay?"

"Yeah, sorry Chucky, just going over everything that's happened." We both go silent and I continue stabbing my food with a fork.

"Wanna go see if we can talk to them?" Chuck asks. I look at him and smile.

"You read my mind Chucky." We both get up and make our way towards the Gathering, but pause when we see Thomas talking with Teresa by the box. We jog towards them.

"Thomas!" I say, with a smile. I hadn't actually seen him since he was stung.

"Hey, (Y/N)!" He pulls me into a big bear hug. Teresa looked away, very ticked off.

"So, what happened in there?" Chuck asks.

"Stuff. I'll tell you later." Thomas gestured for Chuck to leave, which he reluctantly does. "And I'll tell you when Newt gets here.

Soon enough, the Gathering was over and Newt limped towards us. I frowned at his limp, but pulled him into a big hug when he finally reached us. He and Thomas started speaking and I listened to them very intently. Needless to say, I was horrified with the plan. But I'd do anything to leave and live a normal life with Newt again. Maybe even find his sister.

After we all finished talking, we instantly went to work. Not all Gladers were on board, but that was understandable. I helped hand out rucksacks and supplies. Then I went around and helped with anything else I possibly could. Not wanting there to be any loose ends. Minho had gone to the cliff with other runners to test the invisible Griever Hole. When he returned he seemed kind of optimistic. I helped Newt and Thomas hand out weapons, and even help construct new ones.

"This is gonna be so awesome." Newt looked at me like I was insane. "And completely horrifying, but it's like we're staging a rebellion. Ooooo and Thomas is Katniss! And you can be Finnick! Wait, nope, no no no, you are not gonna be Finnick. Hopefully no one is Finnick." Newt continues to stare at me. ( :'( Too soon? ... Sorry)

"You're bloody mental aren't you?"

"Damn right I am." He slings an arm around my shoulder. We stood in silence, watching the chaos of everyone preparing for our battle. "Newt, I'm scared." I could feel tears forming, but I blinked them back.

"I am too." He pulls me into a protective hug. "Don't worry, I'm not gonna lose you. Not now, not ever." I smile up at him and he kisses my forehead.

Frypan prepares us one last meal before our journey. The whole Glade was in silence. A few murmurs could be heard here and there. Those staying trying to convince their friends to do the same. Newt and I didn't speak at all as we ate. Only held each other's hand tight.