Chapter 17

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We were walking to dinner, hand in hand, when I started thinking what job I really wanted. "what are you thinking about" "you know" "no I don't...Oh!"
I went back to my train of thought, I either want to be a cook, or a runner. "I'm not letting you be a runner." "Stop being so protective, your starting to remind me of Thomas and Minho" he started laughing at that, "now come on!" I say letting go of his hand and sprinting to the dinning hall.
I barely beat him, breathing heavily I turned to him "I win, you grab my food" I smirk "Well, Babe three things." he held up three fingers "One is you had a head start... And two I was already going to do that" then he stuck one finger in the air "the other is I'm actually first" he smirked walking inside.
I sat at a table sitting next to a Minho and a Thomas eating Hamburgers. After sitting there waiting for them to say something, Newt came and sat down "Thank you Newt" I kissed his cheek and takes a bite on my own food.
We mainly ate in silence till Minho spoke up "Sooo Chloe what job do you want? I could put in a good word for ya?" I put my finger to my chin thinking "I want to be a runner" I thought but glancing at Newt and sighed "Ok let me guess..." He was studding Newt's face then mine then back to Newt's "It's something Newt doesn't want you to be... A med-jack, A Slopper?" He turned back to me "Nope" He takes his time starring at Newt's and I faces "What! You want to be a runner!" He stood up, but I quickly kicked his leg so he sat down.
"Yes I do want to be a runner but you don't have to scream it!" I whisper yell "Sorry... but I doubt Alby would let you, nor Newt" he snickers at the last part.
Newt Crossed his arms "And I'm not gonna let her" "Please Newt" I whine I then lean forward and whispers in his ear just hoping to get him red "I'll do anything you want." I heard in the back of my head he spoke "Anything... that would mean I could... No Newt, Bad Newt you can not think like that. She is trying to get herself killed, say no!" I saw his face turn red as I giggle hearing his thoughts "No!" He says sternly "What are you giggling about anyway" Minho asks "And what did you say" he then wiggles his eye brows.
I look at Newt "Should we tell them?" He nods and I lean across the table and whispers into Minho's and Thomas' ears
"We're telepathic, we can read each other thoughts and talk each to each other in out heads.

A/N
Hey guys I finally got the time to update! In in a BIG TMR mood now!

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