Fangirl In The Maze

Part 2

Y/N P.O.V.

Newt put his hands up in front of him, noticing my knife.

"Whoa," Newt hesitated, "Hold your horses, shank. We don't need that knife out, now do we." He stepped toward me slowly.

My body was in shock. I didn't drop the knife. Each time he stepped forward, I stepped back. I may know these boys, but they don't know me. And I don't know all of them. There were lots of unfamiliar faces staring down at me.

"Stop," I whispered. My voice was still hoarse from lack of use. Contrary to what I had expected, Newt obeyed my command. However, his stance stayed they same, strong and tall, long arms stretched out before him.

He was ready to fight me.

I looked back up towards the gladers. Most of them were still staring at me in amazement. Others didn't have any emotion on their faces, apparently trying to recover from the shock of earlier. Minho and Alby were in that group. Some were muttering quick, hushed words to one another. My ears were still failing me and I couldn't make any of them out.

My YEC eyes connected with a pair of familiar brown ones. Newt's face was stone cold, but his eyes said something else. He knew me. There was something there.

Those pouty lips fell open, but just slightly. I saw his breath short, his body shocked by the recognition. He sensed something. Finally, his stance changed. He relaxed, sinking into his hip. I could tell that he was trying to keep up a casual façade. For some reason, he felt the need to try and fool me into thinking he wasn't scared. However, I stood still as his eyes studied me. I took time to study him. My stance changed as well, mimicking his.

The knife was still prominent in our consciousness, causing the air to thicken with distrust. It almost seemed like a game of cat and mouse, except it was all in our heads, and neither of us had the guts to make the first move. 

He was in his gardening cloths which were covered in dirt. His top stuck to him slightly, sweat causing this reaction. His skin was extremely pale, contrary to what I would expect. His hair was shaggy, but it was clean and fluffy. A sudden urge to run my hand through it caused me to step forward. I caught myself quickly. Newt would pay a huge price if the glade got suspicious our familiarity of each other.

Newt didn't react, he just kept staring. His face was calm and even, but I could tell that tension was coursing through his body. The Brit held his chin up, those brown eyes studying me through long lashes. His lips were pursed as he looked me, as if trying to figure out a complicated math problem. Newt made an effort to be dominate of the quietness, but I could tell he was itching for me to challenge him. He wanted for me to show myself worthy of him. 

Reading him was like reading a favorite book. It was so easy, and I ate it all up so fast. It could have been complicated for others, but I could practically see all of the words at once. As his eyes flickered over me, something occurred to me. He looked through me just as I looked through him. 

I noticed that he seemed to favor one leg.....I dropped the knife. Shock rushed through me, I was caught off guard.

Newt seemed to snap out of this trance that he was in. He looked up at the boys.

"Leave. Now. Get back to work," He projected his voice over towards the boys. No one moved.  "Oi! Get a move on, you slintheads! If it was my bloody choice, I'd make you all sloppers!"

This got the boys moving. They shuffled back to their stations, eyeing me as they left. A hollow feeling settled in my stomach. I looked back at Newt.

"You okay, Greenie?" Newt asked, his face stony. The interaction almost seemed forced. Something inside me knew that I would need to get through to this boy. The problem was that I had no fucking clue as to how to figure him out.

Slowly, Newt squatted down. He was going for the knife. With my actions just as smooth and slow, I used my foot to push the weapon towards him. The Brit looked at me and nodded, as if to say thank you. The fact that he was acting so cold towards me hurt me for some reason.

I shook it off.

Minho jumped down into the box.

"Alright. Names. I'm Minho. This shuck face is Newt. That tall, dark one is Alby. Don't get on his bad side." Minho continued to talk as I looked up at the boys. Alby, Gally, and Zart. They all glared down at me. Slowly, I studied each of their faces. Being the greenie, I felt I had the right to. Mentally, I tried to calm my shocked feelings down. 

"Hey, Greenie," Newt said, trying to get my attention. "Did you catch any of that?"

Shit! I cowered. I should have been paying attention.

"Ah.... Newt," I began. The five boys all had their eyes fixed on me. I needed to get out of the box. The feeling of adrenaline started to drip into my blood. My mind started to clear.

Get out.

I looked to my right, where all the boxes were. As quick as I could, I climbed the boxes and hopped out of the box. Apparently, I had caught all of the boys off guard. I started to sprint towards the west doors.

Get captured.

That was my plan. I needed to be alone with Newt, but I couldn't be direct about it. Ugh! These next couple days would really suck. As I ran, I prayed that I wouldn't be stuck in the slammer.

As my legs cut through the grass, I took in the reality of the walls. They were massive. Shocking. I thought I knew these walls. I was wrong. I started to slow down as the shock of how huge these things were hit me. The stone looked as if it had been there for centuries, with vines climbing up the sides. There was no way that those things could move.

WICKED was evil, for sure. But, you have to admit, they could pull off some insane shit.

My thoughts were cut short when a body was thrown against mine. We both hit the ground, and pain shot through my hip, filtering into my thigh. My shoulder also took on some of the blow. The air was knocked out of my lungs as I smacked the hard dirt. My eyes squeezed shut as we both sucked in air. I coughed violently, my lungs shocked by the dry, dusty air. My eyes popped open again. I couldn't let my guard down yet. Out of the corner of my eye, a blond boy came into my vision.

"God, Newt. Get a handle on the leg, would you?" I whispered to myself. I rolled over and pushed Newt off of my body.

 A flash of emotion passed behind Newt's eyes. He stood up quickly, grabbing my arm. He pulled me up, his arms flexing.

Holy shit, he's gorgeous.

He picked me up with ease as he looked at the first-in-command. Newt was very gentle and slow with me, allowing me to predict his actions. The boy held me close to him. This protective stance seemed to come as second nature to him. It caught us both off guard.

"Homestead," I whispered to Newt. His breath caught.

"I'm taking her to the homestead," He said after a moment.  "Don't follow me....."