Mine(ho)

Chapter 9

(Y/N's POV)
One evening they come back later than ever before but they are both very clearly excited.
"We think we found the way out of the maze!" Thomas shouts.
Everyone runs up and congratulates them on there discovery. I run up and hug Thomas but just ignore Minho because someone else is on charge again.
I am trying to avoid him as much as humanly possible because I like being in control if my own body 100% of the time not 97% of the time.
I feel so bad for Minho, I can't even imagine what it would be like if the roles were reversed. I think I would go insane.
We make a plan for everyone to run out into the maze and escape tommorow.
That night though the doors never closed. Everyone is assigned to different places. Some in the box, some in the slammer, some in the Deadheads up trees, Some in the Homestead, basically scattered all over the place.
Teresa, Thomas, Minho, Chuck, and I are all assigned to one Slammer. Probably one of the safest spots in the Glade we bear the Grievers attacking people who never made it to their hiding places in time or had to change theirs at Last minute. I cover my ears to block out the screams of my fellow Gladers. None of us dare to speak or make a noise for several hours. We just try to go to sleep and block out the screams. I want to help but body isn't in my control at the moment because I keep trying to say something but they won't let me. All I can is express feeling through my eyes. I look around panicked trying to get someone's attention. Minho and Teresa notice because they are my best friends.  Or least Teresa is, now that I am being forced to ignore Minho. I dart my eyes to try tell her that I want to help people but I can't open my mouth or move my body.
She doesn't understand me and after trying for fifteen minutes she gives up, gives me a hug and goes to sleep. I am forced to do the same thing. Wishing I could at least help someone. Thomas looks like he wants to help. Trying construct a plan in his head but eventually even he gives up.
When I wake Minho has his arm over me protectively. Surprisingly I am in control of my body for once when I am near him. I kiss him on the head as a way of saying sorry for this whole situation. Even though it isn't, I feel it is my fault.
Minho wakes from the kiss and my body immediately gets taken over and I slap him. My eyes are panicked from this as I try and stop whoever this is. As hard as I try, nothing works. I swing for a punch but Minho grabs my fist. I swing my other fist around to punch him but he catches that one too. They try to kick him with my leg but before they can, Minho pushes me down trapping my legs beneath me.
"I know this isn't you doing this, I can't tell by your eyes," Minho said seriously.
"I'm sorry," I say as I take a little control over my body.
"I know," he says grinning at me.
He leans in kisses me and for once I fight back hard enough and I am able to kiss back. This is my dream coming true. The man of my dreams is kissing me.
Of course during the kiss he loosens his grip on my fists. Whoever is controlling me takes advantage of that and swings a punch at him.
His face is still recovering from the last one. A small purple bruise below his eye. I feel so bad that it was me who did that to him. I would never punch him. Yet here we were. I had punched him for the second time.
He grabs his nose and grunts in pain. I can tell from being a MedJack that I have burst his nose. I wake up Teresa to get her to do something.
Minho explains everything including the kiss which makes me blush. Teresa finds a cloth in my pocket and holds it over his nose until the bleeding stops.