Fangirl In The Maze

Part 5

Y/N P.O.V

"Thanks, Frypan," I took my food and waited for Newt to grab his. Tonight, we were having some steamed veggies, some sort of stew, I think I was going to let Newt have that stuff, and some bread. The scent of the food made my mouth water.

"Newt," I whined. He was chatting up a storm with the cooks, Frypan and a couple of other boys. They were joking around, pointing things out around the Glade. The sight warmed my heart. It helped me relax. What I saw earlier....That was some heavy shit to take on.

"Yeah?" Newt asked, turning in my direction. A strand of hair fell in front of face again. That look suited him....He was do damn attractive. My God.

"Let's go," I said sheepishly. Newt made a face, as if to say whoops! He turned back to the boys, wished them a good meal, and picked up his food. He sauntered towards me, a goofy smile on his face. Newt seemed to walk in his hips, subconsciously swinging them. A small smirk danced on my lips as he walked.

The Brit walked up to me and looked around the Glade. His eyes scowered over the crowd. He reached up onto his toes, elongating his lanky body. Those deep, brown eyes flickered around, his eyebrows furrowed.

"Whatcha doing, my love?" I teased. Newt kept looking around. I brought my hand up to his cheek. It colored, slightly. However, Newt searched on.

"I think....Yeah. Everybody's got food," Newt whispered to himself. His heels sat back down on the floor as his easy going smile settled back onto his lips.

"Oh my God, it's perfect," I mumbled to myself. This blond boy is insane. Seriously. I have never met a boy so...pure. He is so cute. Seriously. These 'feels' were really getting to me.

"What? What's perfect?" Newt asked. His forehead crumpled in confusion. His tongue darted across his bottom lip. Blond hair, once again, fell in front of those perfect, brown eyes.

"Nothing," I said, running my hand quickly through his hair. Turning on my feet, I did a quick sweep of the Glade. Over in the field, I saw Minho, Alby, Zart, Wintson, and a couple other gladers. They were all laughing, tossing food in the other boys direction. I smiled at this lovely sight. All of a sudden, my thoughts took a dark turn.

How long would it be before the galders would escape? How would it all go down? How many innocent boys would lose there lifes in the process? Would I die? How would I change the plot. All of these thoughts swarmed through out my mind, overwhelming me. I knew that lives would be lost. These poor, innocent, young boys would have to suffer. Hell, they already have!

As I followed Newt towards his mates, I tried to stop these thoughts from coming into my mind. It was hard work, you know. There were tons of them, unfortuntley. Once I got a handle on things, I decided that I would enjoy this night. Take in the calm, Yn. Shit hasn't hit the fan yet. Relax, I reassured my self.

To take my mind off of things, I let my eyes scatter around the Glade. Looking down at the bright green feild, I noticed the thousands of primrose flowers that danced in the artifical wind. The golden light clashed beautifully agaist the crème-colored flower. I bent down, careful not to spill my cooling food, and picked one. I brought the petals to my nose, taking in the soft scent. I smiled as memories of my child hood came and went. I looked behind me. In this light, even the dead heads had a certain glow about them.

"Yn?" Newt asked, pulling me out of my thoughts. My head swung around so that I could see the man talking to me.

"Yeah?" I replied. For the first time, I noticed that we were already with the rest of the gladers. Embarrassment flooded my body as I felt my cheeks flush. I looked down, trying to hide my rosy face from the brown-eyed boy.