Run

New and Old

Luciel gave her best to not make a comment about the pet name he repeatedly keeps giving her. Instead she faked innocence and made sure that he knew just what she wanted.
„I don't know what you're talking about. I was just asking about the runners position."
Minho's grin widened even further after he realized, how badly she wanted this. His arms snaked around her waist pulling her closer. Abrupt as it was Luciel had to beace herself with her hands against Minhos still naked chest. She tried masking her shock, but couldn't as she felt his defined chest under her small hands and his hot breath on her face.

"Doll... If you really wanted to be a Runner you could have just asked." He explained in a softer tone, but Luciel could hear mocking undertone in his voice. Her brows furrowed as she looked at his face and almost missed the little grin at the corner of his mouth which showed how genuine he was being. The Blonde knew it was just him joking and making fun of her, but she still had to at least try. Her eyes shifted to his again and she pushed herself against him so her breasts were literally squished against his chest. His intake of air was so small she could almost not detect it. Next came the puppy-dog-eyes with a slightly pouted lip which immediately caught his eyes. He bit his lip as he kept staring at hers and only glanced back into her eyes when she spoke next.
"Minho, can I please become a Runner? I'll do anything to prove to you I am capable...Please?" Her voice raised higher as she tried to make herself as innocent as possible. He grinned and squeezed around her waist and scrunched his own shirt making it ride up a little further. He lowered his face, looking deep in her grey almost silver eyes. He breathed slowly in and out. In their close proximity Minho could clearly see a small dott of gold in her right eye, just under her iris.
"Anything?" He whispered the question so low she had trouble catching it. His voice was raspy all of a sudden and held a dark undertone to it. After a moment of hesitation the blonde nodded her head, making her golden locks bounce slightly. His smirk crept back to his lips just before his hands slowly moved lower on her back. They stopped just above her barely butt as she held a single finger up to stop him.
"Promise to make me a Runner? Only then I will do what you ask." Rolling his eyes at her persistent tone, he nodded and mumbled an 'I promise'. Her lips raised to a barely visible grin and her hands, which were still on his chest, almost shook withe excitement.
Before she could jump in happiness she controlled herself and remembered that she still had to do something in order to become a Runner.
"So, what do i have to do to prove I am worth it? Do you want to see me run? Cause technically you already did." Stunned the boy looked at her for a second and tried to figure out if she was joking. She must have caught on to what he had in mind when he said ‚Anything he wants' especially since she suggested it to begin with. As Minho realized that she really had no idea what it could possibly be that he wanted he couldn't contain his laugh any longer. So he let a full blown laugh out which did catch her off guard for a second making her lean away and raise a worried eyebrow at his manic behaviour. After his laughter died down and he only chuckled lightly, he answered her question.

"No, doll. I want nothing of that. I want something more... intimate, if you know what I mean." His impliment seemed to have made something click in her head. She 'oohed' silently as her mind wandered off without her consent. She tried ridding herself off those thoughts, but every time she looked at Minho's smug face they came back.
Just as she was about to finally make up her mind the door to the room opened, revealing a boy with the cute lopsided smile and dirty blonde hair sticking in all directions. His smile faded though the second he saw them both standing so close that not even a hand would fit through them. With a small frown evident on his lips he said in a stoic voice:
"Greenie, Alby wants to see you. If I were you I would hurry."
It took her a few seconds to process his words as she quickly made her way outside where he directed her to. But not before sending him a glare as she did not appreciate his demanding tone. Even though she wanted to tell the blonde guy how much demands annoyed her and how quickly that ticked her off, she let it slide since her presence was immediately requested. And in some way she felt relief over escaping that situation before it could escalate.

As soon as she was out of sight and ear-shot Newt, the blonde boy, began scolding his best friend Minho, as if he were a little school kid that didn't do his homework.
"Are you crazy?! She is not even a day here and you already hit on her?! And on top of that she is a bloody shifter! You know first hand how feisty she is! Besides, aren't 15 different girls to shag enough!?" As his voice rose with every word his accent became more prominent which always seemed to happen when speaking quickly and loudly. It was distinctly recognisable as British though the process of how they came to know that is a mystery. Minho just smirked and rolled his eyes at his best friend as he worries and complains. Sighing deeply and shaking his head Newt spoke more calmly.
"Come on, you shank. We should visit Nick, maybe he is well enough to get Alby off his high horse and be Leader again." With that proposition the two boys made their way over to the med-shack, which is currently occupied by a certain blonde Leader.
"Has anyone told Nick about the girl-Greenie yet? I mean he is our Leader after all." Minho asked as the two of them made their way to the Med-Hut. Newt couldn't help, but feel slightly anxious to be the one to tell Nick about the gorgeous shifter. After all it was Nicks proposal to keep girls from becoming runners because they couldn't shift like the boys.
Consumed in his thoughts Newt could only manage to shake his head in response.

Just as the two boys entered the Hut made out of wood they saw their bruised leader sitting up in the small feudal for injured people while wincing in the process.
As soon as Nick saw his two best friends and most loyal gladers he smiled slightly and greeted them warmly.
The two boys made Nick suspicious as they both appeared rather tense. The two came to stop in front of their leader. Minho was rubbing his neck and avoiding eye contact which always was his telltale sign for being nervous. Nick narrowed his eyes and asked what the matter was.
"Well, you see boss..." Minho loved teasing his friend for being the leader with always calling him 'Boss', but in that moment he hoped it would calm his leader before they told him the news.
"Spit it out. What is it?" Nick asked sternly. Newt sighed and continued for Minho.
"Nick. As you know today is Greenie-Day and the Greenie... Is a girl. And she can shift." Newt rushed out the last few words hoping he wouldn't catch it. As usual though Nick understood everything perfectly. Sitting a little straighter he furrowed his brows.
"Well, that is surprising, but nothing bad. I mean she could be helpful and keep the boys in line, I imagine." He was confused why a girl shifter would be a problem or would anger him in any way. He looked back to Minho to further explain where the problem lied.
"The thing is, Boss... She insists on becoming a Runner." Minho oh so bravely stated. In that moment Nick's complete demeanor changed and he shook his head firmly with a glare on his face.
"No. A girl in the Maze will only cause problems. No, no way is getting a girl even close to the Maze!" His thick russian accent made him sound even angrier when he exclaimed it. His little outburst wasn't surprising as the two boys knew how he would react especially since they habe known him and his stance on the topic for quite some time now.
"Well, I will tell that Greenie how things go about 'round here." Nick once again attempted to stand up on his own far too fast. Minho and Newt immediately sprang into action as they saw their friend struggling. Both gripping one arm and pushing gently on his shoulders to get him to sit back down.
"You should rest till the bonfire tonight, then you can speak with her. Alright?" Newt suggested, concerned about Nick's well-being. Said person simply nodded after cursing in russian, still too exhausted to argue.

Later that evening Luciel just set up her hammock in the sleeping hall for girls as a cute brunette boy trotted over to her. His chocolate eyes held a warm comfort which made her want to trust him immediately. Though she knew she couldn't risk trusting someone after one gaze she was tempted.
"Hey! My name is Jonas. I am here to take you to the bonfire. It already started without you!"
He said as he approached her with a kind smile.
He was quite a handsome boy, in a friendly non romantic way. He just didn't seem like someone she could imagine herself with in any way. Luciel instinctively smiled her kind, genuine smile making her appear innocent and kind. Her short temper made her just assume that she would be socially awkward but talking to this unknown person made her realise the opposite was true.
"Hello! Thats very sweet!" Luciel then also realized she could actually be very kind and sweet which she just didn't assume was the case after her last few encounters.
Jonas also seemed very extroverted and excited to get to know her. It seemed that they would get along quite well.