Maze Runner: The Scorch Trials (Fan Fiction) Newt X Casey

Chapter 8

Casey POV 

     "Oh, my, god. He's kissing me. Newt is fucking kissing me! What do I do? Kiss back you dumbass!" I yell to myself in my head. Then, I finally kiss him back. I am completely shocked. I never expected him to kiss me, but then again, I never expected to be sitting on a counter in an abandoned mall getting surgery done on me. 

     It feels like hours where we are like this, our bodies so close together, his lips against mine, his arm wrapped protectively around my waist, slowly pulling me closer to him. In reality, it has only been a few seconds, but these few seconds are the best of my life. 

     All too soon, Newt releases me, and we pull our heads away from each other. For once, I am completely speechless. I have no idea how to react to what just happened. I stare into his eyes, and I can't really make out what he's feeling either. "Newt, I-" I start, but before I can say anything else, we hear yells coming from the distance. 

     Newt and I run out of the room, back into the main hallway. Some of the other people in our group come out into the open too. I look further down the hall, and see Thomas and Minho running towards us, and behind them, a pack of the infected. 

Newt POV 

     I am still half dazed at what I just did. "Why did I kiss her? This isn't exactly the time to have a make out session. I just....felt like it was the right time. Do I like her? Yes. But that can also be dangerous, in a world like this. What if I loose her? No. I am not going to loose her. I will do everything I can to keep her safe." I think to myself determinedly. 

     I am then snapped out of my thoughts when I hear yelling in the distance. Casey and I run out of the room and into the main hallway. In the distance I see Thomas and Minho running full sprint towards us, their flashlights swinging wildly back and forth, almost like a strobe light. As they get closer, I can see terror written all over their faces. Seconds later, another group of people come charging behind them. Except they aren't normal people, they're infected. 

     "Run!" Thomas yells at us. I immediately grab Casey's hand and pull her forward, trying to get her to move. She winces in pain, but starts running with me and the rest of the group. She's slower than usual, but I can tell she's pushing her body to go faster. I glance down at her blood soaked side, and worry that she's loosing too much blood. "I want to carry her, but we don't have time to stop, even for a second. Also, I'm pretty sure she'd be annoyed with me afterwards, since she doesn't like to show weakness."  

     We run up a flight of stairs, to which Casey gasps in pain and stumbles a little. She then catches herself a moment later, and picks up speed again. We run onto level ground a few seconds later, a few flights above the ground floor. As we are running though, I don't see the stray creature behind a glass divider. As soon as I pass it, it lunges forward, shattering the glass, and pins me down onto the hard floor.