The Only One (Newt || fanfiction)

Chapter 2

The dark skinned boy extends his hand for me to shake. I back away though, but only to back into Newt. My back hits his chest and I quickly whip around.

We are inches apart and he is staring down at me. He doesn't have desire or anger in him. But his emotion isn't blank. He's just... friendly, I guess.

"Go on sweetheart, shake his hand." Newt says.

I back up so that I'm not so close to him. I scowl at him before turning around, only making him smirk at me.

I take the dark skinned boys hand and shake it.

"Alby."

"Eve."

"Call a Gathering. I want all of the Keepers there after lunch." Alby says, not directly to anyone, without taking his eyes off me.

He has to be the leader.

A boy tall and extremely muscular, the most muscular out of all of them, runs off. He appears to be Asian, with black hair and slanted eyes.

Gathering? Keepers? Homestead? What on earth are they saying?

After a brief moment Alby looks away and jogs off too.

Newt walks up beside me.

"All you shanks, back to work! We can't afford for you all to be sitting around like piles of klunk!" Alby shouts as he leaves.

Before the boys go, they all look at Newt. As if for further instruction.

Maybe he's the leader. I don't know.

"You heard him. Get back to your bloody jobs!" he says and they all take off.

I find Newt's accent amusing, attractive almost.

What are you thinking?! Focus on your predicament here! I think to myself.

Newt moves around so that he is facing me. "Okay! So..." Newt starts as if he forgets what he was about to say.

"What? So what?" I ask, annoyed. He acts like this situation is so casual. Maybe it is, for him.

"Um, are you ready for your tour of the Glade?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

"Okay, good. We'll start here, with the Box."

~

It was lunch time when we were done with the tour because apparently I arrived right after breakfast.

"I told you about Frypan, right?" Newt asked me.

"Yeah, yeah, Keeper of cooking." I replied. How could Newt be so enthusiastic to be here? That's technically being happy to be taken from the world, getting your memory wiped, and then sent into the middle of an impossible maze.

"What's your deal?" he asked, nudging my arm.

"I don't know. It doesn't seem right that you are so happy to be here. I mean, you aren't the least bit angry that someone sent you here?"

"Are you kidding? If I ever met the person that sent me here, I would kill them. Right on the bloody spot. But, there is an exit in the maze, and if these shanks stay hopeful, we might just find our way out Greenie." Newt's voice gets quieter and quieter as he says this. Like he's going deeper into thought as he speaks. It makes me question if he's saying it for me, or for himself.

It makes sense. No one would work to find a way out if there was no hope.

Before I can say anything back a loud noise comes from the kitchen.

"Alright! It's almost gone! Get it while you can!" Frypan yells while banging a wooden spoon against a pot.

Newt quickly gets out of his deep train of thought.

"Let's go Greenbean," he says and grabs my arm.

"Wait," I say, not budging until he answers this one last question.

"What?" Newt asks impatiently. I don't think he really cares, he just wants his lunch.

"Why do you talk like that? Greenie, shank, klunk-"

"It's just... eh... Glader slang, I guess you could call it. You'll catch on."

"What if I don't want to?"

"What if you will anyway?" Newt mimics my tone. I roll my eyes and he drags me to the kitchen.

~

There wasn't much left, so Newt and I have to share a hamburger and some soup. It was all that was left.

I sit down at the picnic table near the deadheads. The deadheads is a graveyard that is located where the trees got thicker, and more alive. It's peaceful here.

I rip the hamburger in half as best as I can and hand one half to Newt.

"Thanks," he says, starting to eat.

"Your welcome. So, you've never seen a girl before? At least that you can remember?"

"I have now."