Lover Boy | Newt (Book 1)

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Cyrah's P.O.V.

   I wake up to a gorgeous morning sky, all blue and clouds. The cows are mooing and the chickens are crowing. My fifth day in the Glade. I head outside for a breath of fresh air and sit down at the entrance. 

   "Morning to you too," Alby says. I didn't bat an eye as I had already sensed he was there. 

   "Is Newt up?" I ask. 

   "Oh, is someone missing Newt?" He asks with a goofy smile on his face. "Or did either of you just muster up the courage to confess your feelings?"

   "Shut up!" I tell him and smack his head. He laughs.

   "Oh, it was meant to be," he says. "One day you'll understand, little one." He does this weird circle dance that makes me double up laughing.

   "Honestly..."

   "Yes?"

   "You are the..."

   "Continue?"

   "Worst at dancing," I deadpan.

   "Darn. And here I thought you were going to be nice and compliment that I should have a crystal ball and then I'll be the expert witch," he says jokingly and speaks in a grave voice.

"Newt and Cyrah, two souls as one

Combined with---oh shoot, nothing rhymes with Cyrah," Alby says, defeated.

   I laugh. "Nice try, though. I'm going to wake up Newt."

   "Sure," he says. "Make sure you're careful, he might pull you in for a good morning kiss or something like that."

   "Seriously?"

   "Oh, but on second thoughts...you might want that to happen..." he trails off as he sees how red I've gotten. "And that proves my theory!"

   "What does?" I ask. I clearly know the answer, but denial is my only option now.

   "Your face, of course!" He says, beaming while I scowl at him

   "Okay, on second thoughts, I'm going to go inside instead of talking to you," I tell him.

   "Sure, 'cause you want to talk to N---" He never finished since I smacked him hard on the arm "OW!"

   "Don't mess with me, Albert," I say, wagging a finger at him. "You're named after Albert Einstein, you should be smart enough to know that."

   "Does that mean I'm smart?" He says with a goofy grin. 

   "No, stop thinking way too much, it doesn't suit you," I tell him and he grins.

   "You really are sassy, aren't you?" He asks.

   "Yes, that's me!" I say mock-brightly and give him a fake cheerful wave and fake giggle.

   "Okay, for real now, I think you should go wake Newt," he says.

   "This isn't another one of your matchmaking schemes, is it?" I ask.

   "Wait---so you do agree that you like Newt! Oh, I got the best tea ever!" He tells me.

   "No, I never said that, and besides, you're acting like an immature fangirl!"

   "Whatever, go wake your Lover Boy," he tells me. "I'll make breakfast!"

   "No, don't!" I tell him. 

   "Fine, you make breakfast, then!" He tells me.

   "Will do!" I yell back before jogging to Newt's room.

   I find the door to his bedroom by checking for mine. I know his bedroom is on the left of mine and in front of Alby's. It's easy to tell since both our doors were ajar, and while I made my blankets and organised my shelves when I take a peek at Alby's bedroom, it's very messy, clothes were strewn all over the floor and the blankets and pillows tangled into a big pile. I put a self-reminder to remind him to tidy his room.

   "Newt?" I say after knocking twice on his door. He doesn't reply so I barge into his room. There Newt lies, with his blankets tucked up to his chin and his mouth slightly open, releasing quiet rumbly snores. He looks so cute, that for a moment, I actually believed Alby when he told me I have a crush on Newt. 

   The room smelt like him too, like grass, morning dew, sweat, and earth. For a moment, I just stood there inhaling the sweet mixture.

   "Newt?" I say, gently tapping his shoulder. I don't want to wake him, he looks adorable, but I have to. In this Glade, there is no time for stalling and lying in bed, there's work to be done, and with only 3 people available, we need all the help we can get.

   "Morning," he mumbles and turns to his side.

   "Morning Newt," I say and he shoots awake.

   "Oh, hi Cyrah, sorry for the mess, it also smells so bad, and oh, I didn't take a shower last night or organise the sheets or---"

   "Calm down, Newt," I say, giggling. His outburst was completely unnecessary, but I appreciate that he cares. "It doesn't matter, I was unfazed when I saw all that, anyway. I must have known someone messy."

   "Yeah," he mumbles and turns bright red. 

   In a spur of the moment decision, I kiss his cheek, or rather peck. I didn't wait to see his reaction before I turn around and call him to come to eat breakfast when he's changed. 

I leave the room, very clearly feeling a pair of sea-blue eyes burning at the back of my head.