Family Isn't Always Blood (The Maze Runner Fanfic)

Chapter 8: Cat and Mouse

Kayla's POV
It was so, so cold. That was all I could think about when Newt slipped into the other side of the bed and woke me up. He was so kind, I can't believe how sweet and caring he is. We barely even know eachother yet and I already trust him with my life. Oh god it was so cold and I couldn't take it anymore. I was shivering, mostly from the cold, but also every time I closed my eyes all I saw was Gally. I scooted backwards until my back was pressed into Newt's side, and man, was he warm. How is he not cold?! He doesn't even have a shirt on what the heck??!! When Newt wrapped his slender, yet muscular arms around my small frame I almost immediately stopped shivering, I felt so safe. I rolled over so that I was facing him and snuggled into his side.
"You smell so good," I muttered quietly. I could just feel the smile radiating off his face, and for the first time since I'd been here, I was happy. Closing my eyes, I fell asleep to the soft skin under my cheek and Newt's soft snores.
The next morning, I woke up to a sleeping blonde boy. I carefully slid out of his strong grip, which proved to be harder than I thought it would be. I began to walk down the creaky hallway, until I heard somebody snoring like a truck. Creeping towards the door where the sound was coming from, which was slightly ajar. I push it open a bit and crouch down. There, sprawled out on the bed, tangled in the blankets, one leg hanging off the side and his cheek squished up against the pillow, is a sleeping Minho. I have to clasp my hands over my mouth to keep from waking the whole Glade with my laughter. Problem is, when I put my hands up to my face, I fell foward, causing the door to fly open with a very loud screech. Minho shot up off the bed and landed on his butt on the floor with a loud thud and a high pitched squeal. This scene only causes me to laugh harder. As I'm rolling around on the floor, I hear footsteps, and look up to see Minho stomping towards me with a very angry look on his face.
"Come here you shank!" he shouts. Still laughing, I sprint out of the room and into the crisp morning air of the Glade, hearing a low growl behind me as Minho gives chase. He is laughing along with me now though, and as I glance back at him, I can see the mischievous glint in his eye.
'OOOF," I let out as I slam into a body, knocking me off my feet. Looking up, I see the smiling, tired face of Newt, I give him a quick, cheeky grin, before jumping to my feet and running past him, a certain Asian boy at my heels. I run deep into the Deadheads, losing Minho in the trees, and come upon a piece of wood in a small clearing. It's very strange, it looks handmade. Staring harder at it, I gasp. It's a cross, this must be the graveyard one of the Gladers told me about. I'm reading all of the names of the poor teens when all of a sudden a twig snaps behind me. I spin around, and am met with the faces of two Gladers I've never spoken to before.
" Uh.. hi," I say a little bit uncomfortable, as the they are just sort of staring at me with no expression on their faces. The taller one looks to the other and nods. This sets me even more on edge, and I take a step backwards, ready to run if I need to.
Suddenly, the shorter, but still a lot bigger than me, boy lunges at me, reaching out to grab me. I quickly spin and sprint as fast as I can, twisting and turning through the dense forest. I could hear the two boys pounding footsteps behind me, and I spotted something up ahead. Was it a tree? Oh no. It was a wall. I had run in the wrong direction! Now I was trapped!

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