Fangirl In The Maze

Part 3

Y/N P.O.V.

Newt walked ahead of me. His long legs carried his body so gracefully, despite his limp. As I watched this gorgeous boy walk, I thought of what I would say. Would I tell him the truth? If so, how much would I tell him? How would he react? How did he feel towards me? Would he trust me?

We walked into the homestead. The building seemed to be made of bamboo. However, underfoot, it looked as if normal hardwood had been laid down, walked on for years and years. Natural light seeped in through large windows in the walls.

We were walking down a hallway with about four closed doors down each wall. We stopped at the last room, where Newt pulled out a key.

I thought about where we were going. I assumed that these rooms were places for prisoners, maybe? It would be odd, but effective. My heart sunk to my stomach. I was going to be a prisoner to the glade. That idea did not sit right with me.

I wanted to stay with Newt.

When he finally opened the door, I was shocked. It was not a cell, but a room. There was a bed, rugged, but large. It  sat in the middle of the small room, taking up a majority of this area.There was a makeshift table sitting in one corner, a couple pairs of clothing set atop it.

"Is this my room?" I questioned, staring at the bed. The question felt dumb on my tongue and I instantly regretted it. 

"No. Mine, actually. 'Till we figure all of this stuff out, you're going to become my buggin' shadow. Sorry, Shank. I have to protect my men. You're a part of that group now," Newt said, walking past me. My skin was set on fire as those words sunk into my head. I felt as if I could pass out. 

"Oh," I responded after a moment. 

"We need to keep you safe," he continued, sending me a questioning glance. 

I nodded at his words, letting him know that I got the message. He sat on the bed, staring at me with that look again. Giving the room a better look around, I noticed a chair. I stood up to close the door, grabbing it on my way back. I pulled it towards Newt, sitting backwards on it so that my chest was leaning where my back should be.

I set my chin on my hands, my face about two feet away from Newt's.

"You know me. I know you recognize me," I spoke in a hushed voice so that no one other than Newt could hear me. Newts cold expression didn't change.

"Please. Relax. I can't read you, Newt..." I said, softly. I reached out and ran my fingers through his hair. His expression faltered. His eyes fluttered at my touch.

"How do you know me, mate?" I asked, pulling my hand away. I needed to get at him. Finally, he gave up the act.

"I don't know, Yn..." He whispered. His voice cracked on my name. In that moment, he looked so young. So broken. So confused.

"I just....I don't know. The only bloody thing that I do know is that... we are connected. In some way. Some how. I-I feel it. Like....You- I-We're meant to....work together. Fit together.....I don't know where I'm getting this..." His eyes searched the floor as he talked. I noticed that he was fiddling with his fingers. A nervous habit, possibly.

"Don't worry. I get it. I-I..." Should I tell him the truth about the books? Newt's eyes flickered up to mine. 

Newt's P.O.V.

"Don't worry. I get it. I-I...." She stopped talking. I looked up at those gorgeous YEC eyes. When I looked at them, an odd sense that I was home rushed through me.

"Yeah?" I urged her on. What was she going to say? She sat up, looking at the ground. Her eyes flickered to mine once more. She had a serious expression on her face.

"Do you trust me?" She asked.

"What?"

"Do you trust me?" Her tone changed. I looked at her dumbly. What did she mean?

"Sure..." My voice sounded small. Cowardly, even. She inhaled, her eyes fluttering shut.

"Okay," She whispered, "Just-let me talk. Okay?"

I nodded.

"Okay. I know all about the Glade. I know your story. The Glade's story, at least. I know lots that you don't. I'm a vital piece to your puzzle, Newt. I know about WICKED. I know about the Scorch. I know about the Flare," The girl sitting in front of me started to ramble. However, I sat in complete confusion.

"W-wait. Yn.... I don't- I don't understand....." I responded slowly.

"I-I don't come from here,"

"Yes, my love," What? My love? "I know. None of the Gladers are..." I continued.

"N-No. That's- That's not what I mean. I'm not from here. As in, your world,"

Alright.

She's mad.

"Where I come from, you and your mates are fictional. You-You're part of a book trilogy-you don't even know what that is... I know you don't believe me, but it's true. You- I....You're fake. None of this is real. Why....what? I-I-I....You need me... You.....I don't even know what to say!" She sounded frustrated as if she knew she was mad.

I let out a dark chuckle, my head shaking back and forth. The last thing I did was believe this insane, little girl. She seemed like a child, frustrated because she did not have the words to explain a scary dream. She grunted, her head falling forward in grief. Why in this bloody shucked world would the creators send this- this person up here? What was I going to do with her?

"She is bloody bonkers," I muttered under my breath. She looked up. Her eyebrows knit together, a look of knowing anger and hurt contorting her face. The look- it suited her. It was attractive on her S/C face. It looked...familiar.

All of a sudden, her eyes started to water, her expression unchanged. I immediately regretted my choice of words. Although she was not completely sane, an underlying urge to protect her knocked around my heart. She stood up abruptly, pushing the chair forward.

"I'm not bloody bonkers, you dickhead. I'm serious. You have no idea how important I am. I have the power to screw your little Glade up. I have the power to make them turn on you. And, believe me! They would throw your ass into that maze faster than you could even comprehend. And how do you think you would do in that maze, huh? Think you could out run those damn Grievers with that pretty little leg of yours? Climbing up that wall wouldn't quite be worth it then, would it? But hey! In the end, you would get what you always wanted."

She was seething. 

My heart broke. 

This girl is not insane. 

I am.