Fervency

CHAPTER: T W E N T Y

Sure enough, Thomas had managed to pop open the lid, spraying himself and Minho with the substance.

"You're dead!" Minho yelled. Immediately he leapt to his feet and snatched the drink, chasing Thomas around the fire. It spit out in a long stream, causing the crowd of Gladers to shift in order to avoid getting drenched.

"Oh!" Chuck shot up pointing in the direction of the two runners. Minho was in the process of spraying Thomas as much as he could. 

"Truce...! Truce!!" They heard Thomas shout from afar. Elodie didn't pay much more attention to the two of them because she was too busy enjoying her burger.

"Where's the food?!" When she turned to see Thomas, she nearly spit out her burger. He was completely drenched from head to toe. So was Minho. Before they could even step foot in the kitchen Frypan threatened him away.

"Not in my kitchen! You better hose off your sticky-ass!"

"C'mon Thomas!" Minho guided him to the hose from outside.

"Hey hold still!" Minho instructed, but instead he did a dance in the process of darting from the stream of water.

"I think it was a bad idea telling him about Gally's special drink." Minho sighed.

"We said that about Elle, too." Newt shrugged.

"Let's not talk about that" Elodie laughed.

"Oh we're talking about it." Before they could, however, Thomas leapt forward, spraying the entire group before him with the hose. This resulted in chaos.

"Oh my god!" Minho ran toward the group. He was even more drenched than before.

"He needs one of your loaves." Elodie giggled. "Nah!" Minho swatted a hand in the air, "He'll sleep it off."

"Tonight we party!"

"Cheers to that" Newt declared, clanking his Glass against Elodies and then Chucks-which was full of water.

Several minutes later, the music had been cranked and a drink off had ensued.

"I almost forgot who I am!" Elodie cheered beside Thomas. They each linked their arms together, gulping down their cider.

"Not this." Minho's shoulder's sank. "THIS is what I feared."

"And I fear you but we're both allowed to have different opinions!" Elodie sassed. 

"You should!" he pointed at her. Newt came to his side, handing the runner their second round of drinks. Suddenly, the music changed.

"Oooh!" Elodie turned to Thomas. "I like this one!"

"Chuck! Where are you ol Chuckie-boy?"

"Thomas! I'm right behind you."

"Let's dance" he did some strange dance moves and both Elodie and Chuck exchanged glances.

Their entire group broke into dance. They even got Minho to join. The only one who was missing was Newt.

"Newt! Newt! Newt!" They all cheered, in attempt to convince him to join. Instead, he just shook his head.

"C'mon Newton, lighten up!" Elodie danced over to him grabbing his hands. "Dance with me!"

"Oooo!" Both Thomas and Minho wolf whistled.

"I don't know..." he looked down bashfully.

"If he won't dance with you, I will!" Suddenly, she was lifted away by Minho and set on the ground in front of him. Next the runner had grabbed her hand and twirled her around.

"Ouch... Looks like you're too late." Thomas teased.

"Ohhh you slim it, Greenie." Newt sighed in frustration. The worst part about it was that he was being forced to watch them laughing and having a good time. As he saw her stumble and laugh hand-in-hand with the runner, he immediately knew that he had messed up.

"I'm getting another bev." Newt told Thomas. Before he could register what he had said, the blonde had disappeared into the kitchen. It was not long before Minho and Elodie had finished dancing.

"Where's Newt?" Elodie staggered over to the log where Thomas and Chuck had been sitting.

"Probably crying somewhere." Thomas replied.