Wonderwall (The Maze Runner, Newt)

15

The next few days were about the same.

She would see blood, then hear moaning.

She did go look another time- and just like last time- the moaning stopped, there was no one there, and the vines were gone.

It was really weird, and Bree had no idea what was happening.

Someone had to be moving the vines to try and get her lost.. But who?

Mike is probably already dead. So who's moaning?

Was it a griever?

Do grievers even moan?

She had no idea.

Bree just hoped no harm would come to her or any of the other gladers.

The next day at dinner, Thomas had some interesting news.

"I found something." He said.

Minho and Newt spit out their food and Chuck looked at Thomas, bewildered.

"What did you find? And why didn't you tell us earlier, Shuck-face?!" Minho yelled.

"It was one of the arms off a griever." He said.

"Like.. One of the weird limbs that's just on it?" Bree asked.

Thomas nodded.

"So there's an injured griever out there.." Minho said.

Thomas nodded again.

"You think it was the one that got Mike? He probably tried to put up a fight." She said.

Thomas shrugged. "Maybe. I just don't know anyone strong enough to rip off a griever's limb with just their hands when they're being eaten."

"He did have knives." Newt chimed in.

"How would that help?" Chuck asked.

"I guess you could saw it off." Bree said.

"Thomas, I need you to bring that thing back here tomorrow. I don't care if you don't finish your route. Just bring it back." Minho told him.

Thomas nodded.

They all ate quietly after that, only talking about random, small things, like how the weather was today, or what kind of trouble some gladers got in.

After dinner, Bree was sitting against the wall back in the deadheads.

She liked it there. It was quiet- secluded.

She heard footsteps and looked up.

Newt came over to her and sat down, not saying anything.

Bree didn't really question it.

She just looked back down at the pieces of grass she was playing with.

After awhile, Newt spoke up.

"This really sucks, ya know." He said to her.

Bree nodded without looking up. "I know."

"We get our memories wiped, get stuck in here.. We can't even find a way out. And on top of that, you come in here and make me feel worse." He said.

Bree looked up at him.

"Why do I make you feel worse?" She asked, a little offended.

Newt looked back at her.

"Cause you don't deserve to be here. You didn't deserve to get your life taken away." He said sadly.

Bree snorted. "I doubt I had much of a life."

"I bet you did. I bet you had a wonderful life. With money, a good family, a boyfriend. Anything you wanted, you got it." He said.

Bree laughed. "You're making me sound like a total snob! Do I act like that?" She asked him.

Newt shook his head. "No, you don't. I'm just saying. You probably had everything."

"Why do you think that?" She asked.

Newt leaned in closer to her. "Because beautiful people always get what they want."

Before she could register what was happening, they were kissing.

Newt's hand rested against her cheek and Bree felt herself heat up.

Newt's lips were surprisingly soft.

That was the only thing she could really think about before he pulled away.

She opened her eyes-which she never noticed that they'd closed- and hoped she wasn't blushing too hard.

Newt scratched the back of his neck.

"Uh.. Sorry.." He mumbled, looking at the ground.

Bree smiled. "It's okay."

Newt looked up. "It is?"

Bree nodded and laughed. "Yeah, it is."

Newt laughed too.

"Good, that would have been so awkward."

"Yeah, it would have." She replied.

They both settled into silence.

All there was to hear was bugs buzzing, crickets chirping, and the occasional glader.

After about thirty minutes, Newt spoke up.

"...you know you can't really see the stars from here.." He murmured.

Bree looked up to see he was right.

There were so many live-and dead-trees by the deadheads, you could barely see the sky.

She could only see one star.

It was shining between the branches.

Bree thought it was probably the same star she saw a few days before.

Newt must have noticed it too, because he nudged her lightly.

"That's your star." He said to her.

Bree smiled.

"My star." She repeated.

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A/N: AW. I seriously love writing this book but it takes so long like I keep procrastinating against writing it till the end of the day and then I can't think of anything for like half the chapter then like boom there it is! Haha anywayy, some of you know my wattpad is a little messed up. It won't show how many reads it has and I can't see the nice comments y'all leave without making it difficult on myself so idk what I'm gonna do. Ok so please comment and vote! Next chapter should be up in 1-3 days!