The Glue's Stick // The Scorch Trials

Chapter 17

* Y/n's POV *

We reach the alley that Frypan and Aris say Thomas and Brenda were in and look for the door.

"Right here!" Newt whisper yells and we all walk over.

"We're gonna need a distraction," Jorge points out. I don't want to hurt anybody. That's Jorge's plan though is that we go in there and fight the people till they let Thomas and Brenda go. It's not something I want to do, so when he says that we need a distraction my hand shoots up.

"I'll do it!" I say a little to loudly which earns me a glare from Aris.

"What do you propose to do?" Jorge asks, obviously more than a little doubtful of my 'distraction' skills.

"I've got that covered boys, come grab me once you have Thomas and Brenda," I go to open the door and Newt grabs my arm.

"How will we find you?" He seems genuinely scared for my safety, which is cute.

"Easy, I'll be on stage." I leave the boys behind with gaping mouths as I walk into the music infused room.

The first thing I notice is how dark it is, the second is how loud it is. The darkness is only broken up occasionally by flashlights hanging from the ceiling and the music is so loud that it jars your bones on every single note. I was correct in my assumption though that there'd be a stage. It's empty right now, which works for me. I weave my way through the crowd, not even bothering to say sorry because the music is too loud for them to here me anyway. I'm still deciding on what exactly I'm going to do to distract the crowd, but whatever it is it had better be good.

I reach the stage and find the ladder that leads to the top, pulling myself up. I walk out to center stage and stand there for a second, waiting to be noticed.

5 seconds go by and nobody has noticed me.

20 seconds and part of the crowd had turned towards me.

At a minute the whole room is looking at me, waiting to see what I'm going to do. I make my decision and begin.

A new song comes on and I dance to the beat, slowly inching my shirt off of my head until it lays in a heap next to me. The catcalls begin and I wink at a few of them, causing them to pretend to feint. I inwardly roll my eyes. The crowd starts and people actually begin to throw money at me causing me to laugh. Everybody is getting really loud and even the guards at the door gets distracted.

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* Newt's POV *

We can hear the crowd getting wild from behind the door and assume that this is our moment to get in. Jorge opens the door slightly.

"No guard," he says, grinning back at us. He waves us forward and we run inside, heading for the backdoor on the other side that we assume is the way to wherever they'd be keeping Thomas and Brenda. This place must be some kind of Crank club because they've got drinks and music and strippers and-- wait... strippers? More like a single stripper.

I grab Minho's arm and tug it hard, pointing up at the stage. I don't bother yelling because I know he won't be able to hear me, but he gets the point anyways. He looks up at the stage and then turns to look at me, mouth gaping wide open. I'm pretty sure he mouths something along the lines of "No Way."

Y/n is standing on stage, dancing around a pole and slowly taking off clothes. She actually looks like she's enjoying herself, which is confusing. Part of me is angry at her for being so crude in public and then the other part of me is practically finishing undressing her with my eyes. Sadly neither get to win the battle because Minho grabs me and drags me forward, following Jorge through the backstage entrance door.

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* Y/n's POV *

I'm starting to get a headache from all this loud music and I'm down to my bra and underwear. While this has been a fun experience, I'm not planning on getting completely naked in front of a bunch of strangers. No thank you!

The boys had snuck into here a while ago and I'm wondering what is taking them so long when Jorge walks out on stage. I raise and eyebrow at him and he grabs my hand and spins me around. He grabs a mic that I hadn't realized was on stage.

"Sadly, that is all for tonight, damas y caballeros!" He grabs my clothes and pulls me off stage as we hear the cries of protest waft up from the crowd. "Nice distraction," he comments, stopping in the hallway after we're far enough from the music to hear each other talk. "Care to distract me a little, Hermosa?"

He doesn't even give me a chance to answer before he's kissing me. Honestly this is not what I want to be doing right now. I want to know if Thomas and Brenda are okay, although I would assume they are if we're spending time doing this. I guess it's not all that bad, he is a good kisser. I let myself melt into the kiss, moaning when his hands run up my body and tangle themselves in my hair.

Newt turns around and kisses me, pushing me back up against the wall and lifting me off the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist and tangle my hand in his hair, officially deepening the kiss. We stay like this for a while. Then he spins around and we both end up on the bed with him on top. I'm laughing and so is he and it's all very ridiculous. I wish I was watching this from like a ghosts point of view.

"I like the dress you're wearing Y/n," he says, his accent really thick.

"Thanks, I wore it just for you, love," I say, copying his accent, "You know, because it's your bloody favorite."

"You know what's my real favorite?" he asks, smirking, "Is when you take the dress off." He slowly slips his hands underneath it and pulls it off. His cold fingers brush my stomach and I gasp. Then he kisses me up my neck making his way back to my lips.

I gasp, pulling away from Jorge and quickly shoving my feet though the holes in my jeans, which by the way, who knew could be so difficult. After the difficult task of pulling my jeans up, I throw my shirt over my head and finally look at Jorge, who's sitting there patiently, watching me.

"This," I say, pointing to him and I, "is not happening. I don't know what's wrong with me, all I know is that I'm not myself." He nods in understanding and I let out a sigh of relief at his calmness.

"You love him," he says. I decide to play stupid and pretend I don't know what he's talking about. "Newt. You love him. It was him you thought of when I kissed you." He says it with such knowing that I'm shocked.

"How did yo--"

"I'm not stupid, Cariño," he purrs, walking closer to me. "Just know..." He's only inches from my face as he talks, "that if you ever need a distraction; I'm right here." He spins on his heel and walks away, heels clicking on the stone floors.

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*Internally fangirls* She still LOVES NEWT!!!! Forgive me, readers, for I have sinned. I'm sorry for all the drama with Jorge. I just couldn't resist!! I'm just gonna focus on the most recent scene and we'll just pretend that the whole stripping-down-in-public incident never happened. Kay? Remember to Vote, Follow, and Comment!

POSTED: 7/12/20

xoxo Glader babies!

~ Bekah