!!DISCONTINUED!! Into The Maze - The First Girl - Newt x Reader x Minho

Chapter 32

The new Greenie is a short boy who looks about thirteen with flaming red hair and freckles. When he first came up he was huddled in the corner of the Box, crying floods of terrified tears; Chuck was the one in charge of calming him down and showing him around, and the two became fast friends.

I lift another log with a grunt and toss it onto the bonfire pile where it rolls around before settling in a good position, "Nice throw" Gally says, and I grin at him, "Thanks".

"Could have been better though", he says casually, then laughs at my unimpressed scowl, "I'm joking shank, it was a joke", he ruffles my hair and my deadpan expression cracks as I burst out laughing, "You don't have to explain it to me! I'm not that dense!"

"Really? Coulda fooled me" Ben calls from across the pile of wood, and I tear after him as he runs across The Glade, cackling with laughter.

~Time Skip~

"Y/N! Catch!"

I'm thrown a burning torch, and I catch it, raising my eyebrow at the thrower and holding it away from me because of the heat. Once I see the signal to throw, I toss the burning branch high onto the pile of wood, a trail of red sparks flying through the air behind it and looking like a miniature firework display against the dark sky.

The four other boys who were given the task each throw their torches into the wood and the bonfire ignites with its familiar explosive whoomph.

I wander over to where Chuck and the Greenie are sitting and plop down beside them. Chuck smiles at me, and I return the expression, including Greenie in it; " This is Y/N, Greenie, she's the only girl here for some reason, and she's like my big sister" he says proudly and I grin, "Aww thanks Chucky! That's so sweet!"

He wrinkles his nose at the term, "I would say more nice".

"Whatever you say little brother, but I'm sticking with sweet", I sit and talk with the younger boys for a bit, then I jump up and join a group by the far side of the fire.

"What's up shanks?" I ask as I join them, and I see that the group consists of Frypan, Ben, Minho, Gally and a few others. "Y/N!" Minho greets me with a smile and swings his arm around my shoulders, pulling me to his side in a one-armed hug and inserting me into the circle.

"It's about time you showed up! Where's your radio? normally you can't wait to bring it out and show the rest of us up with your dancing skills!"

I laugh, the friendly air relaxing me, "It's still in my hut, I was going to go get it".

"I notice you didn't disagree with his statement about you being the best dancer", Ben says with a smirk and I grin, "That's because it was true."

The boys laugh, handing around a jar of Gally's drink. I'm offered some, but I refuse, wanting a clear head for tomorrows day of Running.

We laugh, swapping stories and gossip for a few minutes, then our attention is called to a clear area in front of the bonfire. "Get over here you lot!" Clint yells from his position on top of one of the supply boxes, and slowly we drift over, forming a rough semicircle in front of him.

He looks around anxiously before his eyes find me, and he gestures for me to come to the front of the crowd. I share a look with my friends, and unseen by anyone, Minho squeezes my hand before I walk to the front.

I walk a meter ahead of the first line of boys and look curiously at Clint, wondering what he wants me for and why he wants the rest of the Gladers gathered. Then he steps down from the box, and I see the figure standing a few meters behind him in the shadows, unnoticed by everyone.

Newt.

He walks forward until I can see him clearly; he looks a bit better than when I saw him earlier in the day, seeming to have regained some strength, and looking less worn, and tired.

"Y/N", he says, "I have something I need to say to you".

~Newts POV~

I look at her. She's gorgeous, like a goddess. Her y/e/c eyes are warm, and the firelight dances through them, making them glow softly; her y/h/l  /y/h/c hair shines gold, and the slight breeze stirs it gently, so it flows like leaves in the wind.

I swallow nervously, the butterflies in my stomach whirling faster and seeming to travel up my throat and block my speech, but I force them down. "I'm sorry I hurt you, Y/N" I begin, and once I've started talking the words keep coming, everything I've been thinking and feeling flowing out my mouth in a torrent.

"I was a bloody idiot, I shouldn't have pushed you to do something you didn't want to do, and then judge you for it. I shouldn't have made assumptions about you or your reasons for your choices, and I should have talked to you instead of bottling everything up inside me. I asked you to talk to me if something was ever bothering you, but I didn't do the same for you.

I should have trusted you, relationships are built on trust, and I undermined ours right from the start by being insecure and jealous about your relationship with Minho. You're everything to me, Y/N, and I can't live without you. 

I miss you so much, every waking moment I have I spend wishing that I had done things differently and that you were still with me. Even when I'm asleep, you're in my dreams, and the moment I wake up and realise I'm still in this nightmare of not having you beside me, I crumble.

I can't change the past or what I've done, but I can say that I won't make the same mistake again; of course, I'll still make mistakes, we all will, but I'm going to admit to them and master them, and if your willing to work through them with me then I am too. 

I know my one mistake changed everything, it broke out relationship. I could never do anything to deserve your love, but if you're prepared to give me another chance, then I promise I'll always listen to you, always be there for you, and love you till the day I die. I shouldn't have said what I said, and I shouldn't have acted as I did, I let my emotions take over, and I lost sight of what's really important.

You.

I don't only love you for your body; I love you for you. Your smile, your laugh, your stubbornness, the way you frown when you're thinking; there are so many little things I love about you that if I was going to name them all, we'd be here for days.

If things could be the same between us as they were before I messed up, I would be the happiest, most grateful person alive, and I hope you don't feel too hurt or too angry for that. But if you do, then I'll accept it, and I hope we can get past this barrier between us, even to only be friends.

There's not much else I can say other than I'm so, so, sorry, and I love you, Y/N. Please forgive me even though I don't deserve it and give me another chance."

I finish my speech, staring into her bright y/e/c eyes that I haven't looked away from since I started talking, and see a faint sheen of tears there. She hasn't spoken a word since I first opened my mouth, something I was initially grateful for, but as she stands and stares at me, I start to fidget anxiously, wanting to hear her answer.

~Y/N's POV~

I stare at Newt, tears in my eyes at the honest, heartfelt speech he just gave in front of everyone. My heart swells, and I realise I still love him, I love him so much it scares me. I love Minho as well, but Newt gives me something I can't describe that Minho never has.

"Y/N?" he says uncertainly, his chocolate brown eyes wide and worried, "Please say something".

"Newt I- I-" I stutter, and his face falls, the dawning realisation slowly replaced by immense grief breaking my heart, "It's ok", he says, starting to back away, "I understand". I take a step toward him, but he's already gone, racing away towards the trees.

I start after him, but someone catches my arm, and I turn to see Minho's familiar dark eyes, "Please, Y/N" he says, his eyes full of desperation, "Don't do this to me".

I look between him and the trees where Newt disappeared, my heart torn in two different directions, and I know that my choice now will be my final decision, I can't keep playing with any of our emotions.

"I'm sorry Minho", I say and give him one last kiss, "So am I" he whispers as we break apart, the heartbroken look in his eyes almost pulling me back; but I slip out of his grasp, feeling the warmth of his hand on my arm fade away to nothing, and race after Newt.