Original // Newt

Chapter Two ~ Names

A/N Thanks to Whirlpool_Of_Ink. I have a sorta plan for this story, and it could go two ways. I don't know where I'm gonna take it, but I have some ideas. Please read and enjoy!

Dasha POV

About a week after I get to the centre of the Maze, I meet a boy called Gally. He is strong and tough, and very rough.

"Hey, Greenie!" Yells Newt, patting the seat next to him. "Come sit down." I'm on my break, so I go over.

"Hey, Newt." I blush slightly. Stop. He is not cute. I refuse to like anything about this place. I'll make friends, but I'm different. I'm the only girl. They look at me in wonder, and they will not leave me alone.

We just sit in a comfortable silence, until Newt decides to break it.

"You met Gally?" He asks me, in his wonderful accent.

"Yeah. He's ok. Seems a bit lost." I answer.

"Has he tried anything?" Newt asks all of a sudden. "Has anyone tried anything?" He sounds possessive.

"Nah. But they look at me funny. Who knows what others will be like."

"I'll protect you. That's what friends do." He puts his arm around me, and as he does I notice a long cut running down his arm. It's bleeding.

"What did you do!?" I yell. I grab his good arm and drag him to the Infirmary. "I'm fine, just cut myself slightly while using my dagger." He looks at it and his eyes get wider. "Maybe it's worse than I thought, though." I sit him down at my desk, and fix him up.

"You idiot. Was Minho involved?" Looking at his face, I know I'm right. "Get him here, now."

I sit, sighing at the boys' stupidity. When Minho gets to the Infirmary, I check his body. He has a cut on his back; somehow Newt didn't notice the blood pouring through.

"Okay, I know you're fourteen year old boys, but you have to stop this. Newt, no Minho for the rest of the day. Minho, no Newt. If I see you talking to eachother, I'll be speaking to Clint. And you'll stay in a room. By yourselves. Got it?"

They nod. "Get outta here."

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At dinner, they're sat at separate tables. I wonder who to sit with - Minho's with Alby, so I go with Newt.

"Hey. Sorry about your punishment, but..." I shrug.

"We deserve it." Newt looks broken, and as I look in his eyes I know there is more to him than messing around with Minho. Minho is all stupidity. Newt's deeper.

"What's wrong, Newt?" I ask softly. He looks at me, and tears are welling up.

"I can't deal with this, Dasha! I don't understand why we're here, it makes no sense! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!" He stands up, breathing heavily.

"Let's go somewhere else." I guide him to the forest, and we sit together.

"It's so normal, everyone acts like it's all ok, like this is what everyone deals with. But there's monsters out there. There's monsters in here. Nothing makes sense." He starts to cry.