Newt imagines 2

The box?

I sat at my desk. It was covered in biology work. Folders and loose sheets stacked higher than the iMac, I needed to clean it but why? I didn't need this school's education I just needed it labs.
I turn on the commuter, jiggling the little round thing, they called it a mouse, but it wasn't. Mice had long flesh tails, round-tipped ears and a little button nose, or at least in the glade they did.... Maybe the glade had different mice to the outer world's.
I moved the arrows along the app faces, and clicked on the one I wanted. I leant back in the chair and sighed as I looked at the screen. It was a continuous list of Newt's name, yesterday, the day before, Monday, Sunday..... It went on forever, my many attempts to FaceTime him that either I ditched out of or he declined. Do I try again?

I scratched my head and pulled open the desk draw. I scanned past the three zip-locked plastic bags that normal people use for food, they each had a name on in different thick pen colours. The unequal amount of hair strands in each made them queasy to look at.
I dove straight past them to the bottle. I ripped off the top, drinking it straight out the bottle. I coughed and spluttered reminded how burning vodka was, I drank more, already feeling tingly and warm.
It took a lot of courage, and a lot of sips, to finally press the button. The screen went back and Newt was written across in bold white text. I began to sway like there was a peaceful song in the background and shut my eyes. I took another sip. God this stuff worked miracles.

"Y/n?" A voice said in the darkness.
My eyes clicked open like a switch and there was Newt, a fuzzy picture on the screen. I smiled. "Hey..." My voice was slurry like the nonexistent music.
"Why are you facetiming me?" He asked, his movement were jagged and pixelated, he shuffled in his seat looking at something beyond the screen and smiling.
"We never talk. We used to talk all the time." I hum swaying even more and taking another huge drink. I didn't care if Newt saw me drinking, he wouldn't mind, we used to get drunk all the time in the glade.
"Are you drunk?" He hissed turning aggressive.
I flung opened my eyes. "Woah! Relax, it's not the first time." I giggled slightly.
"Y/n it's like six o'clock! Have you even had dinner yet." He asked.
I shook my head. "I don't eat dinner, God I don't eat this schools food at all. I eat Frypan's food." His steaming spaghetti and pesto with melted cheese on top, his stew with wild rice, it was so good, I could die for some right now.

Newt shook his head burying it in his hands. "Your unbelievable." He muttered. "Where do you even get vodka from?"
"Oh there is a university about an hours walk from here, the guys there are always willing to give me stuff. Look they gave me this." I held up a little bag from inside my cupboard. Inside was a dark green plant that looked like moss. "They said it's good in brownies or to roll it in this and light it." I show Newt the paper and rolled up a pinch like they showed me. I put it between my lips inhaling the plants natural oder. I flicked up the lighter the small flame dancing on its own in sync with my music, it was beautiful.
"Don't you dare light that!!" Newt shouted at me through the screen.

I kept watching the flame, it made me want to weep, it was so beautiful. It reminded me of bonfires the the glade. The warmth and happiness I had felt every time, from the first bonfire, where I was so lost and confused I knew no one and curled up behind a log with a beer, to the last where I was the centre of his attention, wrapped his his arms and legs sat behind the same log watching up at the stars, blond hair mixed with mine. I was getting lost in beautiful memories, the only place I could only ever be happy.
"Don't light it!" He shouted again. I snapped the lighter shut and slumped in my chair, hiding the joint in my draw with the hairs, Newt's, Sheila's and Mike's.
"Why?" I said slightly tearful. "Why can't I smoke?
"Your not old enough, and if they find you! You'll get expelled. Again." He was pissed, his jaw gritting again.
"Would you like that?" I said biting my finger, the alcohol forcing me to ignore his anger and fulfil my needs and emotions. "If I came home so it was just us." I whispered huskily.

"I'm so sorry about this." I heard Newt say, I concentrated harder on the bad picture and realised he wasn't talking to me.
"Who's that?" I asked leaning forwards and smiling. "Is it a friend? Is it Thomas or Minho?!"
Newt looked at me and his eyes fell heavy with sorrow like someone or something had died. He looked down at his hands and then back up at me. "Y/n I want you to meet Jess. Jess this is my sister." I tried to force a smile. Why did Newt have a girl in his room? Listening in on our conversation?
A girl with long flowing hair and practically a halo smile appeared on the screen. My face muscles strained to keep my lips pulled in a smile, it was a hideous, cringing smile but I could hardly care. This girl was near my Newt.
"Jess is my girlfriend."

I had failed. Emptiness consumed me.
Had I done something wrong? Was I not a good enough girlfriend? Was I a bad sister? It was my fault. If I hadn't gone to boarding school he would have never.
I reached over slowly, my hands shaking too much to find what I needed first time.
"Y/n?" Newt's voice was cautious and scared.
I wrapped my hand round the base of my biology textbook and smashed it into my head. Over and over.
My head hurt. The noise was just the hollow thudding over and over. My vision went black and blotchy.
I could hear distant voices.
"Omg! Is she alright?"
"Can you give us a moment please?"

I kept going, water pouring down my face and between the pages, making they squashy.

"Love. Love. Stop that please love." Newt cried out, begging me to stop.
I stopped, still holding the book, my forehead a brilliant red, like a sunburn. "Love?" I whispered, my voice wobbling. "You never call me love anymore."
"I had to get your attention somehow, now please put the book down." Newt begged pressing his face closer to the screen.
I placed the book back and began to sob. "Now you call her love, not me."
Newt sighed. "Y/n we can never be lovers we are siblings, plus your hours away at boarding school, having fun, right?"
I shook my head wiping huge snot clumps on my top sleeve. "I can't make friends, no one talks to me, it's all girls Newt! I don't know girls. I just get drunk each night and smoke a joint to have fun." I leant forwards folding my arms on the desk and hiding my hideous crying face in them. "And now I've lost you."
"We can still be friends, best friends. Plus I'm sure boarding school will get better it just takes time."
I shook my head, it could never get better the horrible names had stuck, but I wasn't going to tell Newt that, the alcohol has already pushed enough out of me already. I took a long swig of the vodka.
"Let's start by getting rid of that."
I placed the bottle down wiping my slobbery chin. "Can you say it?"
"You know I can't."
"Please." I begged, staring him straight in the eyes, through the camera. The black dot on the computer seemed endless, like my darkness.
Newt sighed and shut his eyes. "I love you."
I sobbed again, dribble trickling down my cheek. He sounded so convincing, so real like when we were in the glade, but no, those words only meant something for another girl.
"Just try to stop the drinking and the smoking, goodnight." Newt hung up leaving me back with the endless list of his names all in red except today's was green.

I let the last drop of vodka run down the bottle and down my oesophagus, into my stomach. Then it ended just like me and Newt. Stupid fucking bottle. I threw it against the wall and screamed certainly disturbing up the next door girl. I groaned. I missed the fieriness, the heat, the tension, the connection, the contact, the softness, cheesiness, sweet kisses. The love.
I fetched another bottle and sat on my bed hugging a pillow.

I miss the glade. I want to go home.

Please read this!!!
Hi guys, sorry, but I was thinking seeing as this book is getting quite big - almost 70 parts! And that is due to all your amazing help!

Should I make another book but just for my longer stories? So I would put the gladers and the box? In it.
Then I can keep this book just for short imagines so anyone who doesn't like the long ones can read it without having to skip past those two. (Because I am planning on carrying both those stories on for a while because I'm enjoying them.)
Then those who like them can ready my other book.

Or is that just a bad idea and I should make this book huge? Please say.

Side note, (you can skip on if you want cause I know this is long and I'm currently bubbling on) thank you for all the votes my first book reach 1K votes a little while ago and I'm over the moon, these books have taken me so long and it's really nice to see people enjoying them! Also I've never said this but I am open to requests some of the stuff I've had has been brilliant ideas, and it's nice to hear what you lot like.