~Unforgettable~ A Newtmas Fanfiction

Chapter 2: How?!~

        Being new isn't always the best. While half the Gladers slap me on the back -hard- everytime they see me, others just taunt, like Gally. Gally, I've found, is the 'bully' of the group. And he pretty much hates me.
        So after my morning tease from, you guessed it, Gally, I spot Newt sitting by the farm, bent over what looks like a piece of paper. Suddenly, a thought from before glides into my mind, and I find myself walking over to him. I've always wanted to be a Runner, and from what it looks like, Newt's the one to ask. A Runner goes out into the maze, facing dangers and running adventures - my kinda thing. I may not remember anything from my past, but I do know that I've developed a sudden taste for action.
        I watch him, from behind a large tree, and find that he is very concentrated. I don't want to bother him, but then again...
        "What's that?" I ask, loudly. A little too loudly. He jumps up, and shuffles with something from his belt. He finally pulls out a pocket-knife and points it at me.
        "Tommy! Oh, it's you.." He mutters, but keeps the knife at me. I look around, kind of nervous by the way he responded, and look back at him. I realize that the knife isn't pulled out, so all he is threatening me with is a wooden stick.
         I try to hold in my laughter, but turns out I fail, and he frowns.
        "What? What is it?" He asks, cocking his head a little. 
        "The knife... you forgot to pull it out..." I reply, settling next to him when he pulls the knife away and frowns at it. He just stares at it, then chucks it onto the ground in front of him. He goes back to his paper, and as I bend over his shoulder to glance at it, all I see are unintelligible words. I sigh quietly, but he looks up, and those light blue eyes of his just mesmerize me.
        "E'rything alright, shank?" he asks, the frown still plastered on his face. I just nod in response, then realize what I wanted to ask him. 
        "You know how all -"
        "You want to be a runner, don't you?" He interups, and my mouth drops open. It was as if he could read my mind. I just nod again, probably a flabbergasted expression on my face. He grins, his eyes shut into two tiny lines. I watch as his bangs fall into his face, and I'm glad he can't see me. 
        "H- how did you..?"
        "You didn't seem interested in all the other activities," he laughs, throwing his head back and exposing his neck. "I support you but.."
        "But what? But what?!" I ask eager, and find myself on my hands and knees, leaning towards him. 
        "You probably won't get the position."