Newt imagines 2

She is a he and he is a she

Guys I'm freaking out!!! You've probably all seen it but here it is cause I can't get enough of it! I stayed up all night to watch it the moment it was released!

But omg, he is in it so much, it's perfect!! But the ending had me in floods of tears, I'm doomed for the cinema, I'll be brawling my eyes out and my friends will have no clue what's going on. I'm having a huge fangirl moment so just excuse me and read the story while I freak out.

Walking.
You would think that walking round the glade, on a break from work, the hot sun baking my skin, would be an enjoyable time. But it's not. Not for me.
"Hey pretty lady! Come on over here." Someone shouts, beckoning me over, I turn away and walk in the opposite direction bumping into someone.
The taller boy ran his hand through my hair. "Aww you scared little girl." I pushed his vile hand away, storming off on the edge of death. I was fed up with the stereo-typical girl comments. The 'masculine' boy always assuming it was their job to protect me and mine to give, if that meant either working in the kitchen and cleaning up after them or working in the bedroom. I had never given in yet.

I wanted the comments gone, it's not like they ever said anything like that to each other. I'll sort it out in the morning.

I stand in front of my ensuite mirror, shirtless. Only wearing an enormous pair of baggy trousers and a bra. I take the knife spinning it in my palm, and stab. The tip of the knife punctured a small hole into the belt, I loop it through the trousers and buckle it tight to hold up Minho's stolen trousers. Of course the glade only had guys belts that were all about three holes to big for me. Next step.
I unroll the bandage, it was about 3 metres long of yellow-cream plastic cotten. I place one end above the point of my hip bone, it was gritty on my smooth skin. I start to wrap, pulling it as tense as I could round my feminine frame. I needed that gone. All parts that made me a woman needs to disappear. The bandage was getting to compact round my chest, I could hardly take a proper breath. Using a safety pin I fasten it at the top. I leant over the sink clutching the sides in hope to restore my oxygen levels, they weren't improving. I guess that the consequence of fitting in. I pull over a baggy top, this one was Newt's. I stand sideways, I did actually look like I had a man's torso, it was flat, a bit thick but then guys did have muscly chests, right? The only thing left was my hair. I stroke my hand through the long strands, I loved my hair long, it held a world of possible looks within it except for a man style. Then I remembered the foul hands of the glader yesterday touching my hair, the many times someone had pulled my ponytail just because it was there. I snipped it off. And kept going. Snip, snip, snip. The hair fell to the floor like sheets of feathers covering the wooden planks. I kept going, maybe I shouldn't have done the binder first. I was struggling to reach my arms behind my head to trim the back with the whole compression on my chest. I looked like a different person, I was no longer y/n, the glade's girl, I was now a glader. It was a little tufty, small bits everywhere, the front longer than the back. I slide one hand through the short strands amazed at how quickly it comes out, normally I would have got stuck on multiple knots. I styled it to the side like I had seen Minho do so, then rub a little dark contour round my jaw, chin and upper lip. It was rough, messy and defiantly an unusual look but nevertheless I was a man. A glader. Lastly I strap a bandanna round my head, to complete my male look.

Time for breakfast I guess.

Everyone gave me these weird looks, like who the hell is that? And, what is going on? I knew I was a sight to behold, for starters men walk extremely awkwardly. They held their backs very straight, to show off their superiorness, bent their knees way more than needs be which made no sense. But they also turned their knees out at an actuate angle, making like a diamond shape when their legs were at different stages. They have a slight sway, motioned by the dipping of shoulders. Some even turn their toes up a little.
All heads turned my way, no one talked a word only gasped and gave weird faces as to say "what's going on?"
I marched up straight to the front of the food queue. "I'll have your best sausage bro." I play punch Fry on the arm, my voice staining to get deep enough.
"Umm ok y/n." Fry said looking at me like I was having a joke.
I leant against the small hut watching everyone watch me. "Um y/n, your sausage." Fry said holding a plate with just one ugly, burnt sausage on it.
I kept watching. "Excuse me!" Fry prodded my shoulder.
"What? Oh yeah thanks man." I nod my head at him like I saw many gladers do, then went to sit down with my friends.
"What's up brothers?" I sit down, remembering to not cross my legs but man spread, even though I could hardly do that on the cramped bench.
God it felt good to sit down, the pressure on my lungs was aching badly.
"What are you doing?" Newt said, sat opposite me. His eyebrow wonky with a questioning frown.
"You know bro, I'm just eating my protein breakfast with my mates." I don't bother to cut up the sausage, guys weren't meant to have manners, I pick it up with my hand and take a bit. Ooo! Owww! That was hot, I dropped the sausage on the plate rubbing my sore finger tips.
"No y/n what are you actually doing?" Newt pulled my plate away from me.
I snapped out trying to reach it. "Are you asking for a fight bro?" I scramble after my plate but Newt just hands it to another glader on a different table. "Y/n, stop this."
Newt said putting a hand on my chest, then realising what he did and quickly removing it his face a tomato colour.
"My name isn't y/n!" I hiss.
"Then what do you call yourself brother?" Galley said coming up behind me, an amused smile on his face.
I paused, shit I hadn't thought of this. Umm what to call myself. I glimpsed a glader using a hunting knife to cut up his breakfast. "Hunter." I say sharply.
"Hunter?" Galley question obviously not impressed. "Ok hunter, you said you wanted to fight. So how 'bout you and me now over there and we will see who is a real man." He was smirking.
"Gally no!" Newt cut off responding for me. "Y/n come with me and we will see about some real clothes." His hand extend for me to take.
I push him away. "These are my clothes dude, or are you gay?" The whole glade went "ooooh." At that, but Newt didn't care, he could only see the girl underneath my manly look.
"I'll give you one chance to beg for mercy or I'll beat your sorry head into the ground." I say to Gally, he rubbed his hands together like I was a sugary snack for him to snap between his icy white teeth. We both walked close staring intensely, bumping our chest together. Suddenly I noticed his size, I had never taken any mental note of it but he was tall, muscly and certainly powerful.
"You ain't strong enough to beat me girl. So take off those stupid clothes and beg for my mercy." Gally hiss, tilting his chest over my head as a threat. I march off to where he wanted to fight and stand on the spot my hands on my hips... Wait that was girly... I quickly roll up my sleeves instead. Gally joined me chuckling. A group of three quarters of the glade circling us all fighting for a spot to watch us. Only my friends didn't join, none of them wanted to watch me getting my ass kicked. Well... I will show them.