Original // Newt

Chapter Nine ~ Cookies?

Dasha POV

Newt is my boyfriend. Ben is my brother. Everything seems good - apart from the fact that we're trapped in a massive maze.

I want to help, and I'm trying my best to be a good leader. But maybe I'm not cut out for this - most people don't think I'm good enough. But that's why I need to keep going. As the only girl, I need to prove I'm as good as the boys.

But maybe this is just my period talking. Yes, I'm on my period. Which is also why I will not be a Runner any time soon. I have tampons, but I prefer using pads.

Newt doesn't know, if I let any of the boys know I would not be Second in Command anymore. I told Clint, so he would give me some Calpol.

I kissed Newt, and I really liked it. I hate the fact he didn't tell me about his Panic Attacks. What else is he hiding?

Probably nothing. I'm just overreacting. Maybe he has a crush on Alby, but... I don't really care about that.

In the morning, me and him are going to tell Minho. We've pushed our beds together, so we are nice and warm. I really like him, I don't know about love, though. But it's not like I'm gonna live for long. "Newt. Newt, wake up!" I give him a push.

He smiles his beautiful smile, and says in a husky voice, "Morning, love. How's it going?" He stays under the thin blanket though.
"Get up! We need to tell Minho. And I have stuff to do." I pull the blanket off him, and he lets out a cry. "Dasha! I'm bloody cold now!" He has a six pack. Woah. "Like what you see?" He smirks.

I blush.

I eventually get him to put on some clothes, and we go through to Minho's room. Minho's awake, ready for a long day running.

"Hey there, shanks. Is there something wrong?" He looks at us suspiciously.

"Minho, you could probably guess what's happened." Newt smiles at me.
"What did Gally do this time?"
"Wrong thing." I shake my head at him.
"You're together, finally?" Minho wonders.

We nod.

He squeals.

"Yes! Will we have baby Newts now?" He dances around his room.

"Minho, we are fourteen." Newt rolls his eyes.
"So?" Minho asks. "Oh. Right. But why have I only just found out?"

"We aren't telling people for a bit, not after Alex."

I hang me head, hand instinctively going to my arm.
"Right. Well, breakfast?" Minho says hopefully. He has his priorities straight.

As we walk down, I decide that I will be helping in the kitchen before lunch, then just seeing if anyone needs help after.

I hope people need help - my position relies on it.

We sit in a small group, against the same tree we sat against with Alby.

"We should do something. So we know who we've lost here in the Glade." I look around at the others for confirmation.

"What do you suggest?" Newt asks, fiddling with my hair.

"Well, we could carve out names into the wall." Minho contributes.

"Yes, that." I say.

"Sounds good. We'll ask Alby later. Can I plait your hair, love?" Newt asks. I nod, and he gets started. I don't know if he can plait hair, but he can try.

"Ask me what?" Alby says, as he comes around the tree.

"Dasha here had the brilliant idea of carving our names into the wall." Minho tells. I glare at him - it was mainly his idea, but he glares back. And then I remember the whole thing about my position. May be better if I do take credit.

"I like that. Nice braiding, Newt," Alby ruffles his still green hair.

Newt hums in response, concentrating on my long hair. Minho gets up, and walks with Alby to the doors, where he will leave to run soon.

"Newt?"
"What is it, love?" I imagine he's smiling behind me.
"Would you ever leave me?" I ask. His hands stop for a moment in my hair.
"I will never leave you. And I know you would never leave me." His hands work furiously. "Can I have a bobble?" I pass him the hair tie.
"Thank you."
"No problem."
He finishes, and I swing the plait over my shoulder to examine it.
"That's really good, Newt!" I exclaim. He smiles. "I'm glad you like it, Dasha."

At that point, we head to the kitchen.
"Heya, Fry. Need any help?" I say, walking in.

"We could use your skill. Can you help Alf make a lasagna? And Newt, you stay away from the food. You can... Clean the plates!"

We get to work. There is only Frypan, Alf, and a boy named Archie in the Kitchen. Frypan is working on sandwiches for lunch, while Archie is making cookies.

Archie is new.

The lasagna turns out okay, and is cooking for quite a while. So Newt and I take a sandwich, and go to the tree.

Minhos in the Maze, and who knows where Alby is. So it's just us. "Newt?"
"Love, just ask the bloody question," he laughs.
"What if they decide not to let me stay second in command?"
"That's not gonna happen. I won't let it." His jaw is set, and I nod. We walk over to the area where most Gladers sit to dispose of our rubbish.

We run into Ben, who looks sick. "Ben? Are you okay?" I ask, concerned for my brother.
"I ate the cookie..." He vomits. Newt and I move away.

"EVERYBODY STOP!" I yell. Everyone looks at me. "DO NOT EAT THESE COOKIES. We will be looking into this. Many of you are sick from eating them. Those of you ill, get to the Infirmary immediately. We will get to the bottom of this!" I declare. Then Newt and I run off to find Alby.

He is in the Gathering Hall, sat in his seat up front. It has Newt and I's chairs on either side, and the rest of the Keepers in a semi circle around it.

"Alby, we have a problem." Newt says as his voice echoes around the room.

"What's up?" He looks worried, and for once he should be.

"Everyone's sick. They ate the cookies, which Archie made."

"Archie? He's been working there for a few weeks, hasn't he? He can't have messed up that much, can he?" Alby shakes his head.

"Exactly." Newt says grimly.

"Oh no. Get all the Keepers capable to get here now. Bring Archie." Albys face is set.

"We have a problem."

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