Some Maze Runner thing

Chapter 6

(By the way there is a bit of language in this chapter.)

After a dreamless night, I woke up with a start to a loud pounding on the door. After untangling myself from the sleeping bag, I stomped over to the door, yanked it open, and glared at the person on the other side.

"What. Do. You. Want?"

After letting my eyes focus, I saw that it was the blond haired guy, Newt, from yesterday.

"Slim yourself, I just wanted to know if you wanted to eat."

I reluctantly nodded. I was hungry of course. I just don't like agreeing with somebody who wakes me up. And I felt as if it would feel strange eating in the presence of a person who I'd just met. Then I followed him down the hallway of the wooden building. I kind of felt a little bad, he'd only been nice and I kind of acted like "look at me the wrong way and I'll murder you."

He was trying to help. But he was also trying to be a friend, I don't really feel in the mood for friends at the moment. That might come later, when I know something, but I'm not about to yearn for a shoulder to cry on when I don't know why I'm crying. And if I start a friendship with tears, that will be what I'm remembered for.

After we had gotten our food and found the picnic tables, Newt still hadn't left. I was on one side of the picnic table, and he was on the other. He kept joking around and trying to make conversation.

"I not really in the mood for friends, actually. Just thought I'd let you know."

He flinched, and I felt slightly guilty, but didn't want to take back what I'd said.

Then he laughed.

"Well, you're stuck with me for the time being, shank, so you better get over it. I'm usually a Runner, but whenever you Greenies come I'm supposed to be the "tour guide." Either me or Alby. By the way, you never told me your name."

"I know."

And then I continued eating and deflecting conversation.

I was just finishing up my meal when that asshole from yesterday walked over. The one who had made fun of me for crying. He looked me up and down and smirked. I felt my face heat up; I knew that I probably looked like crap. I hadn't changed or showered or brushed my hair since arriving.

"Looking good, sunshine."

"Fuck off."

"Lay off, Minho. I appreciate your sense of humor, but you're not helping," Newt interjected.

"How'd you pull off that hairstyle?"

I mumbled a sarcastic response through the hand covering my mouth.

"I didn't quite catch that," he smirked.

I took my hand away from my mouth.

"I am going to cut off each of your toes with safety scissors."

Unfortunately, it's kind of hard to sound threatening when your words are barely decipherable through the bacon and eggs flying out of your mouth.

They both laughed this time, and I felt my face heat up again.

"Smooth," Minho smirked, and Newt just laughed harder.

I glared at both of them and started to storm away.

"Hold up! I still need to show you around!"

Ignoring him, I walked until I found a forest. I wanted to get a few things sorted out on my own, then maybe I'd welcome company or whatever.

Author's Note:

My update pattern is weird. Like update a few times and then wait forever and then update a few more times. With all small chapters. Oh also this chapter is dedicated to anybody who can relate to the accidentally spitting food at people situation. Really one specific person but I'm not going to say names.