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Newt (part two) (158)

Part one is 157, so they're in order. Just pointing out, so there's no confusion.

"Hey, you okay?" Newt asked. He waved a hand in front of your face, snapping you out of your daze.
"Hm?" You asked, blinking up at him. He set down the crate that he had just hauled out of the box.
"You look like you just saw a bugging ghost. You alright?" He asked gently. You nodded and he smiled a bit.
"Alright. I'll be done with this in a second, then I'll show you the glade." He smiled, crouching in front you.
"Does that sound good?" He asked quietly. You nodded, still leaning up against the tree.
"Alright, good that." He said, standing up. He pulled off his hoodie and tossed it onto a log nearby, waving before he picked up the crate again and carried it into a hut with the group of boys. You just couldn't wrap your head around the whole situation. You had no idea where you were, and so far Newt was really the only one that had really shown any interest in talking to you so far, and you were glad you had at least one person.
"Hey, who the shuck are you?" A tall blonde boy said behind you. You looked over your shoulder, scrambling to your feet.
"Are you the greenie?" He asked loudly, folding his arms.
"Uh, I..." You mumbled nervously. The boy frowned.
"Sorry...I shouldn't have bombarded you like that. You know your name?" He asked, his broad shoulders tight under his shirt. You nodded slowly, picking at your fingernails.
"Are you gonna tell me?" The boy frowned.
"That's enough, Gally." Newt said, walking up beside you.
"I just wanna know the greenies name, why is that such a problem?" The boy named Gally said, feigning innocence.
"Come on, I wasn't born yesterday. You can ask a little nicer you know, slinthead." Newt folded his arms over his chest, staring right at Gally.
"Fine, whatever. I'm not doing this right now." He said, rolling his eyes. Gally turned and strolled away, heading off to a crowd of boys that were working on a hut.
"Sorry about that. Klunk-for-brains, those builders." Newt shook his head. You smiled a bit.
"Thanks, Newt." You mumbled. He smiled brightly.
"Hey, you talk." He teased.
"Yeah, guess I do." You laughed quietly, looking down at your feet. Newt licked his lips, putting his hands in his pockets.
"So, does this mean you'll tell me your name? Or am I being too forward?" He asked, almost nervously.
"Y/N." You answered. He smiled again.
"Y/N. I like it. It kinda fits you." Newt ran his fingers through his hair.
"Thanks." You blushed again.
"Yeah. Um, you wanna go to the kitchen? Dinners about to start any minute now." Newt explained. You nodded, and he smiled, for the millionth time (not that you minded).

"Hey Newt. Greenie." A boy with black hair and strong arms nodded as you sat down across from him.
"Oh, right...Minho, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Minho." Newt said, motioning to the two of you. He winked at you, then shoved more food into his mouth hungrily.
"Gee Min, slow down. Great first impression." Newt sighed, rolling his eyes. Minho grinned, his teeth full of food.
"That's disgusting, shank." Newt laughed, starting to ear his dinner. You let out a small giggle, and Minho pointed at you.
"Hey, The greenie thinks I'm funny." He said triumphantly.
"So Y/N, got a job that you have your eye on?" Minho asked through his mouthful of potatoes.
You shrugged, picking at your dinner with a fork.
"Quiet, Huh." Minho sighed, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
"Yeah, Y/N doesn't talk much." Newt agreed, giving you a small smile. He put a hand on your shoulder before continuing to eat his food. Minho glanced between you two, then smirked and started to clean up his plate.
"Alright, You Uh, have fun. Y/N, Nice to meet you." Minho smiled. He walked around the table to pat newt on the shoulder.
"Good luck, lover boy." He smirked, strolling away