(no author name)
(From the maze runner)

A girl.

Another girl greenie.

You and your best friend, Teresa, instantly high faved when the newcomer rose out of the box. You were in the Glade for a year before Teresa had popped up and you two quickly formed a strong friendship. It was only five months since then and another lady finally joined the group.

The greenie was beautiful. She had ginger locks that cascaded almost to her waist in gentle curls and her bright green eyes were full of intrigue as it scanned through the crowd of teenagers. Freckles danced on her full cheeks and her plump lips in a smile. She was probably only a bit taller than you.

As the only two other girls of the glade,you and your best friend and approached the greenie with smiles on your faces. Her eyes seemed to widen when they fell on you both.

"Hi, we're the only two other girls around." Teresa said, stopping in front of her.

You stepped next to your boyfriend, Newt who was also the one who had helped her up, and laced your hands with his. You noticed his head snap to your direction, as if shocked to see you, and it made you chuckle slightly before you both turned to the greenie. "I'm Y/N and this is Teresa. We're so happy to see another girl around." you smiled.

The greenie looked you up and down as she nibbled on her bottom lip before she nodded at you, "It's nice to meet you." she chirps.

"If you ever need any help, just let us know." you said gently, remembering how you had helped Teresa when she first arrived.

You looked at your best friend who was smiling at you, obviously remembering the same thing. "Yeah, if any of these shanks bother you, you tell us, alright?" she smirks.

The greenie giggled as she looked past you two girls and at the other Gladers, a sweet smile forming on her lips, "I'm sure they won't... right?" her eyes fell on Newt's a little longer than others but you didn't really notice.

"Y-yeah, I'm sure." your boyfriend responded and you smiled at him as he looked at the greenie. You loved how Newt was always so protective of every Glader, and so gentle as well. He was always the one greeting the greenies and touring them around - he was the only one who could really do it without scaring the klunk out of them. You laughed in your head when the picture of Teresa or Minho doing the greenie greetings popped in your mind.

Hearing Newt's hand accented voice from yours broke you out of your thoughts, "I-I'll be giving you the tour, uh... uhmm... d-do you remember your name?" Newt asked.

"Moira." she said quickly. It surprised you that she remembered her name already. It was a bit rare, most of you couldn't remember until a couple hours or days after.

Newt smiled back at her, "That's wonderful." he breathed, "Welcome to the Glade, Moira."

You nodded at her in agreement to what Newt said, not noticing the suspicious look Teresa had on her face. You gave your boyfriend's hand a squeeze, causing him to turn to you just like earlier "Well, you should start giving her the tour now, love. Be nice, alright?" you joked with a grin and he let out a small laugh.

You tiptoed and kissed his cheek as the rest of the Gladers started to disperse, waving at Moira as they left. "See you at the bonfire, Moira! Tell me if he bothers you, alright?" you wink at her then playfully stick your tongue out at Newt who jokingly rolls his eyes at you but laughs as he frees his hands from yours and starts to lead Moira through the Greenie Tour.

You joined your best friend as the both of you walked back to the Med-hut. You had a smile on your face. Greenie days always put a smile on your face and it was honestly all because of Newt. You loved seeing him give the greenies tours, he always took such great care of everyone. It reminded you of when he first gave you a tour, when you had fallen for him first.

"She seems really nice." you chirped as you walked.

"Are you sure?" Teresa wasn't so convinced but you shrugged at her. Teresa was never the bubbliest person.

"Stop being a shank about it, come on, we've got inventory to do." You saw your friend roll her bright blue eyes and you laughed before heading into the Med-hut.

Teresa looked back at where Newt and Moira was at a distance. A scowl finding her face as she watched her ginger curls dance in the wind.

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"Where's Newt?"

You looked up from your drink and your eyes met with the Asian's in front of you, "Minho!" you exclaimed with a grin.

He smiled back at you as he took a seat next to you on the ground where you sat, resting your back on a large log. "Newt's just with the new greenie - a new shebean! She seems really nice. Oh! And Thomas and Teresa are just getting some food."

Minho nodded, sipping on his own moonshine as he tried to find the crowd for the Second-In-Command. He found them quickly, her ginger hair illuminated by the bonfire. He watched them intently and you noticed, a smirk immediately playing at your lips.

You rested your arm on the log as you looked at their direction as well. "She's beautiful, isn't she? You like what you see?" you teased.

Minho almost choked on his drink, his eyes wide when they found yours and you laughed out loud. A smile found his lips as he watched you laugh, "Please, none of them could ever compare to you, Y/N." he cooed.

You dramatically placed a hand over your heart, letting a touched gasp escape your lips. "Oh, Minnie, that's so sweet." you said in exaggeration and he shook his head and rolled his eyes at you. It made you laugh even more.

"Newt still not back from Moira?" Teresa hissed, as she and Thomas came back with food in their hands. She handed one to you.

"Teresa, just because you're not the new girl anymore, it doesn't mean you have to be such a shank to her or my boyfriend for that matter." you said with a chuckle as you took the stick of meat from her and started eating.

"I just don't like her vibe, Y/N. Especially when she's with Newt." she said seriously, her blue eyes meeting yours. You could feel the other two boys' eyes on you too as they stayed quiet. In fact, it suddenly seemed like the whole Glade was quiet when she spoke.

You swallowed the food in your mouth and stared at her for a second. You quickly rolled your eyes and smiled at them, your eyes dancing between your three friends. "You guys are overreacting. Just cause this drop dead gorgeous shebean is spending time with Newt, it doesn't mean anything. That's his job. He does it with every greenie. Maybe she just has a lot of questions. I stayed with Newt all night when I first got here, so did Chuck!"

Thomas, who was usually quiet, spoke before Teresa could, "But Teresa has a-"

"No, Y/N's right. Shank's just doing his job." Minho interrupts sternly and you beamed at him as you nodded. The Asian was always on your side.

Teresa gave him a look and Minho returned one right back at her but you didn't notice as you glanced at Newt for a moment. He was laughing with her, as he pointed at different Gladers about.

You smiled. Newt was just doing his job. He was probably telling her about the different people of the Glade. Teresa was honestly going on about Moira and Newt for a a while, but nothing she said could scare you.

You loved Newt and you trusted him. You knew he felt the same way, with the way he slept in your hut ever night even if he had one; or the way he would kiss you passionately when no one was looking; the way he looked at you like you were his whole world in this horrible, nasty situation you were all put in; but most especially, the ways he would say i love you everyday without needing to open his mouth. You weren't scared of losing Newt because you knew you never would.

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Teresa would have screamed "I told you so!" if she ever found out the doubts that now plagued you every moment in the Glade.

You felt like you should have noticed it the very first day that Moira had come up. When Newt returned to your room so late at night after the bonfire, you were barely even awake. But you quickly snuggled up into him the moment he lay in bed and kissed him. You didn't realize how much you had missed him that day and you both talked for a bit. He told you all about her.

Back then, it made you smile. He always had funny stories to tell about the greenie but looking back now, it just made your chest ache. It made you feel like a fool.

Newt would come to your hut every other night now, and when he did, it was usually pretty late. It's been happening for three weeks. He still talked to you and hung out with you. He still held your hand even, but he'd back away from any kisses outside your hut - even ones on the cheek.

He was usually with her, but you couldn't blame her. Moira was a Track-hoe now and since he was too, it wasn't odd that they were always together. You were a med-jack, it wasn't weird that you only shared glances with Newt during the day from your Med-hut to the Gardens, but now, you didn't even have those.

But you didn't want to be the jealous girlfriend. You didn't want to be that pathetic little girl who didn't like the new girl because she was stunning and spent time with your boyfriend. So you played along. You smiled at Moira every time she eagerly greeted you with Newt on her side. When Teresa would point out their closeness you joked about it and told her to stop being a shucking shank. Minho would constantly ask if you were alright and you always chirped a happy response. You smiled and laughed just like any other day.

The nights, however, were much harder. When you knew that only the darkness was there to greet you, that's when the thoughts came. You remembered seeing them pull out weeds together in the gardens and laughing like it was the most fun thing to do in the Glade (which, it seriously was not). You could see the little moments of contact they had: fingers brushing against each other, his hand tucking one of her long strand of hair away from her face, a quick but also too long embrace after a long day of work. You heard the warnings of Teresa in your head and you believed every one of her words then. You knew what was going on. You were watching him fall for her, and you knew because you watched him fall for you first.

When Newt would come back, you'd have to put all those thoughts away. When you wrapped your arms around him and pressed your chest to his back as he quickly fall asleep, you found that sleep avoided you completely. Holding him in your arms had never felt so painful, before.

It was easier when Newt wouldn't come, because then, you could cry. Cry for real. Cry without hiding it. You probably cried every night, unable to take all the emotions you had bundled up throughout the day. You sobbed quietly, though. Afraid someone would hear or that Newt would suddenly come back. But even as only whimpers escaped you, the pain was all present.

It felt like your organs were torturing you from the inside. Like everything was sobbing as well and all of them swelled up too big for the muscles and bones to hold. It was like they were about to burst at any moment. Like all the love you had for Newt was trying to be concealed inside of you. The love for him that was as vast as the galaxies trying to be trapped inside a small, young girl while the love he had was in a galaxy lightyears away - and it wasn't even for her.

You always used you sleeping in as an excuse if anyone asked about your tired looking eyes during the day. You had an idea that everyone in the Glade really knew what was going on. Newt wouldn't always sit with you during meal times, hell, it was like he had a different schedule with Moira - but that was good because at least you didn't have to watch them eat together while you ate with Teresa.

People started to look at you with sympathetic looks, and you hated it. So you smiled at them instead. You found yourself like dinner the most. That was when you were surrounded with your friends. The runners were back so it wasn't just you, Teresa and Chuck. It hurt when Newt was with Moira and the other Track-hoes but at least Minho would be there. You always made sure Minho was back from running before heading to eat - he was the only one who didn't look at you like you were an orphaned puppy and you were beyond appreciative of that.

As you left your dinner table with your friends you knew that you were broken inside, in ever single way, but you didn't let it show. You couldn't, it would be too bothersome for everyone else.

"Y/N!" someone suddenly called as you exited the Kitchen after eating dinner with Teresa, Thomas and Minho.

The deep voice was obviously Alby's and you turned to him as he approached your group. "What's up, boss?" you chirped. Your voice sounded permanently happy when interacting with others nowadays.

"I can't find Newt anywhere. He isn't in his room or yours or with Moira or anywhere. Do you know where he could be? Can you look for him and tell him to see me?" he said, wasting no time.

You felt yourself tense at the thought of finding Newt all on your own, but you couldn't say no. It would be too obvious. "Sure!" you said, "I think I know a place." you smiled and said bye to your friends before leaving.

Minho was going to follow after you but Alby puts a firm hand on his shoulder, shaking his head at him.

He looked at the leader with a confused expression but before he could ask, Teresa butted in. "Newt left dinner with Moira. Did you really see Newt not with Moira?"

Alby turned to her, "Y/N needs to know herself. I didn't want to butt in but I can't keep watching this anymore. She's not going to believe any of us, she has to see it with her own eyes. "

"You shucking sent her to look for Newt, possibly with Moira sucking their klunk faces off?" Minho asked and the leader didn't answer.

The three friends looked at each other, concern etched on all their faces as the silence made everything worse.

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Newt and you had a place in the Deadheads. You'd both go there when you wanted to be alone or alone together. It was just a quiet place, by a very tall tree, that when climbed, had a great view of the stars. It was a secret place no one knew of, and if Alby couldn't find him, your best bet was that he was there.

You wouldn't be lying that the small smile on your lips was because Alby said Newt wasn't with Moira. You couldn't remember the last time you saw him awake without her.

As you approached the towering tree, you heard a deep chuckle that was all too familiar. You felt a grin quickly finding your lips. He was there! Probably talking to himself like the dork he was, you've had enough times to confirm that the Second-In-Command liked to talk to himself when no one was around. You quickened your pace in the darkness and jogged to him.

"Newt-" you called happily as you turned after the tree tree trunk but then a flash of red hair found your eyes and knocked the breath out of you.

Startled green and brown eyes found yours as they pulled apart from a passionate kiss. Their heavy breathing echoed in your ears. Moira was pressed tightly between the tree and Newt, one hand dangerously past her hip while the other to support themselves up by the tree.

"Y/N" Newt breathed, stuttering on the first letter of your name.

You looked at them, embraced in love and standing in your special place, in shock, unable to get your mind to think straight. It felt like your heart leaped out of your chest and dropped to the floor, still and no longer beating, like your lungs had shrunk ten times and couldn't deliver oxygen throughout your body, like your brain no longer had any thoughts and like your legs were broken bones lazily put together as you tried to keep yourself standing.

Your eyes tore away from Newt's for a moment and you saw her smirk at you, forcing you to look quickly to the ground.

"Y/N, I can explain." his accented voice cooed, as he pulled away from Moira's arms that were around his neck.

You cleared your throat roughly, forcing yourself to speak as you tried to fight the tears that blurred your vision from falling. "N-n-no, n-nothing to explain!" you say quickly, your voice visibly higher. You cleared your throat again, "I'm so sorry for interrupting, i-it's just that A-alby was looking for you."

You licked your trembling lip, wishing your voice wasn't so shaky. "But, uhhh, you know what? I-I'll just... tell him you're busy! Yeah, uh, I'm gonna go..." you breathed in a whimper and felt the tears fall from your cheek, "I'll go tell him that right now!" you yell and quickly move your feet into a mad run before Newt could make any advancements towards you.

You heard him call out your name as you ran but you didn't stop not even when you tripped, fell and ran again in the darkness. You had never run so fast in your life. You could feel the tears flowing out of your eyes and you wiped them away angrily as you ran. No thoughts entered your mind, but emotions swirled all over. Emotions of pain and heartbreak.

You quickly got out of the forrest but saw that Alby and the others hadn't moved from their spot. You could already make out their concerned faces from where you were and you knew you couldn't handle it. So you ran to your hut. You ran as fast as you could, not wanting anyone to catch you.

Minho got real close, but you ducked away from his grasp and made it to your door, shutting and locking it as he got there. He slammed his fist repeatedly on your door, feeling every impact on your back as you slid on the floor and covered your ears.

"Y/N, shucking open up! Please, It's Minnie! Open up, please!" he begged and you shook your head even if he couldn't see as sobs escaped you. You don't know how long Minho was at your door for, but you heard Alby and Thomas force him away.

Teresa gave a gentle knock to your door, her voice was just as soft, "Hey, you're alright. Everything will be okay. He wasn't worth it." Footsteps walking away followed after and then you were greeted with silence.

As if on cue, that's when the thoughts came. You just found Newt kissing Moira - and it wasn't the act that really got you. It was the thoughts behind it. Newt kissed her with passion - with love. He kissed her the way he kissed you. The deep laugh you heard from him right before you found them played in your head. He was happy with her, not you. And, as if all of that hurt enough, he took her to your place. He never took anyone there, not even Thomas or Alby or Minho. It was a place only for you two... but not anymore.

You felt worse than betrayed. You felt like all you've felt last week but just a thousand times worse, you felt worthless. You weren't his world anymore, and you started to doubt that you ever were. You felt like you were just something he put up with. You were the only girl for a long time, and he probably just took the first chance he got. Now that there was someone new, someone better, you were nothing to him.

You couldn't blame him though, she was better than you. She was prettier. she got along with everyone (except Teresa) much better. She was a far better Track-hoe than you. She didn't even cry during her first day at the Glade. She was great. She got him to fall in love with her just like that. And what were you? You were a little girl crying on her floor about a boy who never loved her.

You don't know how long you cried, but at one point, you had moved to your bed and you lay there waiting. If you were being truly honest with yourself, you were waiting for Newt. You half expected him to come back and tell you that he had dragged her to him; That this was all just one big misunderstanding; That this was a mistake.

But no one came knocking.

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You didn't sleep and you avoided Newt like the plague. You didn't even go have breakfast and went to work at the Med-hut, not wanting to see anyone, really. Teresa, Clint and Jeff were three people in the hut and that was honestly lot easier to handle. No one asked if you were alright or spoke a conversation too long. Teresa had given you some food and you smiled sadly at her but for the rest of the day, interaction had been minimal.

No one asked if you were alright or spoke a conversation too long. Not even a lot of people came into the hut to be treated and when someone did, you kept yourself busy with inventory.

The same thoughts haunted you all day and you couldn't even cry about it anymore. You had run out of tears. They had become more calm and matter of fact but they were all still the same: Newt didn't love you. Maybe he never did but either way, he didn't love you now. Even if you loved him for a thousand years it would mean nothing because he loved her. You knew it and you knew why. She was perfect and you were pathetic. You didn't love yourself so why should he?

As you called it a day, you quickly excused yourself, wanting to avoid any more interactions before you had to brave yourself for dinner, but the universe was cruel. As soon as you exited the Med-hut and turned for the Homestead, a pair of familiar brown eyes found you.

"Y/N, I need to talk to you." he said quietly, his expression pleading. He was probably afraid Teresa would hear him.

It took a lot of willpower for you not to cry and run away, but you knew you couldn't say no to him. Not when he looked at you with those sad, warm eyes of his. So you took a shaky breath and nodded as he grabbed your hand. You winced at the contact but followed him towards the Deadheads. You couldn't believe you actually got yourself to agree. But hey, what's a little more hurt anyway right?

You didn't go deep into the Deadheads, just enough to stay away from prying eyes. Once you got to a spot, he dropped your hand and turned to you, "Look, Y/N, about last night-"

"It's okay." you say, shaking your head as your lips formed a straight line.

He wore a confused expression, "What?"

You took in a shaky breath and breathed out, "It's okay." you forced yourself to look up at him, seeing the pain in his face. It wasn't anywhere near the pain masked under yours. "It's fine. You and Moira. I'm okay with it."

"No you're not." he said and that felt like a spear shot straight through you. It reminded you of the times Newt would just know something was wrong with you even when you tried so hard not to show it.

"Yes, I am." you pressed, trying to prove to yourself that he didn't know you. Not anymore.

He let out a frustrated sigh and ran his hand in his hair as he turned away from you. You felt a moment of anger boil inside you. Why was he getting angry? It made absolutely no sense. You felt like you were about to explode in any moment and you couldn't tell if you were going to start crying or screaming or both. You had to end this soon.

"Look, Newt." you called and he turned back to you, eyebrows scrunched together. "It's fine, okay? I get it. I get that you really like her, you made that very obvious last night. And I'm okay with it." you spoke slowly, trying not to let your voice falter in any way that could give away your lying.

You decided to put some honesty in your words, knowing that would make it more believable, "I know, at least I think I do, what you look like when you're in love. A-and you have that with her. You're smiling more and there's a sparkle in your eyes when you look at her." you couldn't find yourself to look at him while you admitted it, "and you work harder and you're happy. And I don't want to be that girl who keeps you from it. I want to see you happy and if it's with her then stop forcing yourself to come to my hut on some nights. Just go with her, it's fine, people fall in love or they think they do and then they really do. It happens."

"But love-" Newt's voice called.

You let out a bitter laugh that interrupted him, "You shouldn't call me that anymore."

"Y/N, I'm- I just- I'm-" he couldn't even find the words and every stutter felt like another spear through the heart. It was so painful. You wished the spears stabbing your heart were real.

"Newt, stop." you begged and both of your pained eyes locked onto each other. You gave him a nod, you knew you had to do it.

"Look, I'll say it for you." you started, and looked to the ground for a moment as the tears that you thought were long gone stung the corner of your eyes.

You looked back at him, "It's over, Newt."

There was silence between you. He didn't stop you or interrupt you or even agree with you. He just stared and you couldn't take it anymore so you gave him a nod and turned away.

A scene that never happened played in your head wherein Newt quickly moved towards you, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into him. So instead, once you were far away enough from Newt, you picked up your walking pace into a staggered jog as tears fell from your eyes.

"Y/N." a voice called as soon as you got out of the Deadheads. It wasn't Newt.

You looked up at Minho standing a couple feet in front of you. He was panting heavily, obviously just making it out of the maze. You felt your eyebrows furrow and your lips turn into a frown as more tears spilled out of your eyes. A sob escapes your lips as you quickly ran over to your close friend.

He met you half way and wrapped his big muscular arms around your shaking form. You cried into his chest as you stroked your hair, shushing you. It pained him so much to see you so broken.

Minho looked up from where you came and saw Newt appearing from the trees. He glared at the Second-in-command who looked at him with a blank expression as he held his, now, ex-girlfriend. If it weren't for you being there, he wouldn't know what he would have done to the blonde, but he took a breath to stop himself and took another second to drill in his threatening glare at the boy before he started leading you to your hut.

Newt watched as Minho took you and all he did was walk away.
It had been three months since you broke up with Newt.

Well, that was an understatement of the situation in your opinion. What it really felt like was:

It had been three months since Newt had completely ripped your heart off your chest, threw it to the ground and walked all over it while Moira held his hand, proud of him for what he did. Yeah, that felt like it captured at least half of what it felt like then.

Even the greenies that continued to come up every month quickly found out about the whole situation. You figured it couldn't really be helped, there were only three girls to introduce and since Newt did all the Greenie Tours it wasn't really hard for them to figure it out. Not when Moira would go all kissy-kissy to the Second-In-Command when he introduced her, and Teresa would flip him off, and you would pretend not to hear him as he barely said your name anyway.

"Hey," your best friend's voice suddenly reached your ears as she nudged you lightly.

You realized you must have spaced out a bit as you fixed up the inventory in the Med-hut. You quickly turned to her, your tired eyes wide.

Teresa smiled sweetly at you, but you could see the concern in her eyes. She licked her lips and smirked at you, leaning in as if she had the juiciest gossip in the Glade (next to yours, of course). "Fry's trying out a new dish for dinner tonight, apparently. Do you think we'll survive?"

You forced out the chuckle that was suck in your throat from what she said, "I know my way 'round the kitchen, don't worry T'res." you smiled before turning back to your work.

"Good that." she said and you felt her watch you for a moment as her smile disappears, then she goes back to work too.

You had to be thankful that your best friend treated you normally. She stopped asking if you were alright after two weeks, realizing that you never were and only lied about it. But it honestly hadn't been any easier as the days, weeks and months went by. It wasn't that it was getting harder either, it was just this constant pain that pulsed through you - unchanging, as if it couldn't possibly get any worse cause you were already rock bottom.

Minho was another one who helped a lot. He was the one who was by your side when you first broke up with Newt. He held you tightly when you cried for hours and ever since then he was there for you - always. Even though he was running in the maze all day, you found that every moment he was back in the Glade it was with you. He would immediately be by your side as soon as he was done with his Runner duties. He would sit next to you at dinner and pull a laugh from you with his sassy remarks. He would bring you to your hut and wish you good night, even stay by you for a while just to talk - really talk about everything, away from anyone's ears. You were so happy to have such a great friend in Minho, as well as your best friend Teresa - both of them helped you get through everything, truly.

They were like your new defense squad. It helped that they were probably the two most intimidating people in the Glade as well. You knew they gave looks to people who dared to ask if you were alright or not.

You felt that you could do it yourself, really. You found that you were great at acting, so interacting with people masked your feelings but it didn't stop the questions from being asked. You had noticeably lost weight from the lack of an appetite and you weren't getting enough sleep so your eye bags were a huge giveaway.

But with a look from your best friends, Gladers would drop the topic completely. They would even make sure you, Newt and Moira had the most minimal contact any moment in the Glade.

Seeing Moira and Newt's public displays of affection felt like a brass knuckle to your gut especially since you kind of felt that Moira would dangle her boyfriend in front of you any chance she could, all with a smirk on her face. Though that wasn't the worst. When you dared to look, you did notice Newt sometimes looked at you with this apologetic expression but it was the fact that even with that, he didn't do anything about it. He would kiss her back, run his hands through her hair or lace his arms around her right after.That broke your heart. It just added to everything you felt.

As the days continued, you did have one progression of this situation, you've come to the conclusion that it was bound to happen. You weren't surprised that Newt had fallen out of love with you. He deserved something more. You were worthless, pathetic. You were the only girl in the Glade back then, now, he saw that there were more girls. More girls that were more beautiful, ha more skill, had better personalities, and had more to offer. You felt like nothing compared to them.

Your self-esteem had been completely destroyed and you honestly believed, especially alone at night, that you not only felt it but that you were nothing. Even though Minho, the only one who really knew exactly how you felt, told you otherwise, you still couldn't believe him. You really wish you could believe his sweet words but every time you remembered Newt, you just knew you couldn't.

"You shanks done in here or what?" a familiar voice suddenly called from the door as it swung open. You turned to see the smiling face of the Runner who was your best friend. You softly smiled back at him.

Clint nodded, dismissing you and Teresa quickly hooked her arms over yours and started pulling you away as you both joined Minho towards the Kitchen.

"So how are my favourite Med-Jacks? Any crazy accidents from these shanks today?" he asks, heavy with sarcasm.

"We were waiting for your sorry butt to arrive at the Med-hut for that, Min." Teresa snaps back as she sits both of you down at the usual table.

"You're the shuckiest shuck-faced shuck, you know that T'res?" he sighed as he sat down across from you and she stuck her tongue out at him in response.

You felt a smile form slowly on your lips as they did their usual exchange. You were about to even let out a laugh until a voice joins your group that sends a shiver down your spine and your body to freeze.

"Mind if we join you today?" she purred.

You didn't have to look up to see Moira, hands intertwined with Newt as she practically clung onto him. You could feel her batting her lashes as she rested her head on the crook of Newt's neck.

You could feel your lip tremble and Minho's concerned eyes on you while Teresa glared at them. She half stood by the time you forced yourself to say "Sure."

All eyes were on you suddenly, all wide in shock. You couldn't look at any of them for a moment and then forced yourself to nod and turn to Moira, nodding at her with a smile. "Sure." you repeated, unable to hide the pain in your eyes as you said it.

"Great!" she practically shrieked and being sure to kiss Newt's cheek before pulling him down beside Minho. Of course, she sat across from you so you had the best view.

You tore your eyes from them and tried to keep the smile on your face as the dinner continued. Teresa held your hand under the table, her grip was soft, unlike the tough glare or sharp remarks she gave Moira and Newt. Minho's foot knocked into yours every now and then and every time you looked up at him, he sent you a small smile that you couldn't even return.

Moira was chatting away the entire time, even Newt seemed a bit quiet. She gave him little kisses, had him feed her spoon feed her, laughed obnoxiously at the stories about the two of them that she shared. She flaunted about every moment she had with your ex-boyfriend that you purposely avoided all this time.

It felt like knives to your ears and spears to your heart at every word from her pouty little lips, but it wasn't until Moira started making out with Newt right then and there - complete with moans to haunt your ears for the next lifetime - did you feel too uncomfortable. You looked for a second and that was enough because again, even with you literally inches away, he still didn't push her away or fight against it.

"I'm sorry, I'm going to go now. Been a tiring day." you said quickly, your voice going an octave higher and quickly rose from your seat.

"Aw, leaving already, Y/N? Something the matter?" Moira asked, obviously just to make it feel a lot worse, but you ran away so quickly that you couldn't respond.

As soon as you were gone, Teresa and Minho didn't hold back. The keeper of the Runners quickly stood up.

"Alright, that's it." he growled and then made his way over to Newt's side and grabbed his Machete strap pulling him to stand. He stomped all the way out of there, dragging him behind him out of the Kitchen.

Moira only smirked at herself, happy to see the damage that she had done. Teresa stood, slamming her hand down at the table as her eyes drilled into Moira's. "Alright you little shank, actually you're more than a shank, you klunky shuck-faced slinthead shank. You may have Newtie wrapped around your little shanky finger but you don't fool me, pull anything like this again on my best friend and I will shucking drag you into the maze, find a griever and throw you straight into it!"

Moira didn't seem fazed at all. In fact, she just kept the smirk on her face. "Wow, big words." she said sarcastically, and rolled her eyes and daringly leaned forward, lacing her voice with sharpness "Look, you don't scare me. You're just jealous cause you can't even get it with Thomas - or anyone, really. Aren't I right?"

Before she could respond, the girl stood up and smiled then swayed her hips as she walked away. Teresa fumed as she watched the girl move to the tables with some of the builders and talked to them closely as she walked her fingers over one of their muscular arms.

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"What the bloody hell, you shank?!" Newt screamed at the Keeper of the Runners when he roughly let go of him in the clearing.

Minho let out a frustrated puff of air before turning sharply at him, pointing a finger at the Second-In-Command. "What the actual shuck Newt?!"

"What are you buggin' goin' on about?!" he screamed back.

The Asian let out an exasperated yell, "You're supposed to be the smart shank around here and you're shuckin' telling me you don't know?! Ha!" Minho spat, "You're shucking killing her! Stop turning a blind shucking eye at her! I know you don't give a klunk about her anymore but can't you-"

"Don't you bloody say I don't care about her!!" Newt screamed.

"If you shucking cared you wouldn't be doing this to her!!" Minho screamed back, his voice getting even louder. "Okay, you shuking break her heart but as if that wasn't enough you show off all your kissy klunk with that shank Moira right in front of her shucking face!! You're killing her inside!! I'm so shucking scared I'm going to find her on the ground from jumping off the maze walls just like y-"

"Leave that out of it!!" The other boy screamed, so desperately that his voice cracked.

Minho shut up for a moment but he didn't stop glaring at him. The two boys watched each other breathing heavily with angry expressions. Fury overwhelming both of them as they tried to keep the number 1 rule of the Glade in their minds and not pounce on each other. The Asian talked first.

"You know what? Go back to your shucking girlfriend, already! I just wish I had told Y/N back when she arrived that I liked her and didn't back away just cause a little piece of klunk, aka: you, did! Maybe then you wouldn't have left her so broken up just cause another shucking shebean came up that klunk of a box!" Minho said before he quickly turned and walked away. He stopped the argument right there, mostly because he knew if it went on any longer, he would have punched Newt square in the face so hard he might have lost teeth in the process.

Newt had his hands over his hips and scratched his head frustratingly before he swung his leg to turn the other direction and walked back to Moira.

Minho made his way to your hut, knowing that it was your place to retreat to, away from any prying eyes. He reached your door and after calming himself down, he gently knocked since it was locked, "Y/N, it's Minnie, let me in, please."

You were crying with your back resting on your bed. Your chest was aching so badly and you felt like you were going to throw up the little dinner you ate.

"Come on, Y/N, don't ignore me, I know you're there." he continued, knocking again.

You still didn't respond, instead, buried your head to your knees that you held tight against your chest and cried harder.

"You know, the Builders' gonna have my shucking head if I break your door down, Y/N." he adds, his voice going a bit higher. You knew he was just trying to lighten up the mood but you really didn't feel amused.

"And Alby will probably throw my klunk butt in the slammer if he found out I broke into one of the shebean's huts, then what good-looking, perfect haired shank's gonna be taking my place for the run to-"

"Is this a shucking joke to you?" you cry as you swing the door open and your tearful eyes meet Minho's.

He's startled as he watches your pained face by the doorway and the pain seems to reflect on his, "No, look- I- shuck." he breathes out a frustrated sigh.

"Cause if it is, then you can shuck off now, Minnie." you say, your voice shaking, as you start to close the door.

"No!" he immediately calls, putting his hand on the door to stop it, not like you fought against his strength anyway. "Look, Y/N, I'm sorry. I- I didn't mean it like that."

You stood there and stayed quiet, letting him continue. "Shuck, how do I do this." he muttered under his breath as he scratched his hair.

"I-I just want to be here for you Y/N." Minho confessed, "I... I-I shucking care about you. I-I always have and I feel like such a shank for forcing myself away from you just cause a certain slinthead had romantic feelings for you."

Your eyebrows furrowed together and you realized your tears had stopped falling. Your voice was still shaking, "What are you trying to say?"

He let out another sigh and it looked like he was beating himself up in his head while he paused for a moment, "I made a really shucking selfish and stupid choice to not get too close to you because Newt liked you. And- And well, cause I'm a shank who was in love with you too, okay?!" he let it out almost exasperatingly as he threw his arms in the air. "A-and I still do, you know?" he added as he shifted his weight one leg and looked away from you.

Your mind started to run a hundred miles an hour and Minho noticed when he turned back to you, he reached to gently comfort you but you instinctively winced away and he quickly backed up. "I-I didn't mean for that to come out like it did. I mean, it's true but, uh, shuck!" he cursed at himself and grabbed a fist full of his own hair, "I, just, I genuinely care about you Y/N. I always have and I always will. Every shucking day I run in that maze and all that keeps me going is the thought of you."

"M-minnie," you started, using the special nickname you had for him, "I, just- I- I can't."

He took a breath, it was like this was the most tiring thing he had done in his life - and he was the Keeper of the Runners. "I-I'm not asking for anything, except that for you to be happy again. I'm not doing this because I want to be in a relationship with you - well, that would be a shucking dream come true - but I just want you to be alright again. I want to see you smile again and hear your contagious laugh that can brighten up any shank's day."

Tears started to fall down your cheeks and your chest started to ache, except unlike how it has been for the past months, there was a warmth in your heart. As if a dying flame had just been brought back to life. You looked at your best friend and saw the truth in his eyes.

Minnie cared about you, he always had, and that's when you knew that his sarcastic jokes that complimented you were always half true. He loved you and treated you the way you deserved even when you were in a relationship with Newt. Memories flashed back and you realized that Minho had always been there, even subtly, but he always supported your happiness and well being. He didn't care that he wasn't in a relationship with you. He loved you so much that he didn't even mind that he wasn't the one who kissed you at night, so long as you were happy. The one who had truly cared about you was right there beside you and you never even noticed.

He hesitatingly reached forward to wipe away your drying tears but instead you crashed into him with a hug, "I-I'm s-sorry! I'm so sorry M-minnie!" you cried.

Minho's eyes went wide and he felt heat rise to his cheeks before he embraced you back, "You? Sorry? You're such a shank, you don't need to shucking apologize for anything."

"No!" you cried, looking up at him desperately, "I've been so blinded by Newt that I didn't even notice how much you've truly cared about me."

He let out a small chuckle, "Can't be helped, he's a pretty boy slinthead. I'd be smitten too."

You let out a laugh in between your shaky breaths. Minho could always get you to laugh, even during the toughest times like right now and he smiled down at you, happy to finally hear your laugh again.

"But hey, now that, well you know that I shucking like you, uh, I hope things don't get all klunky between us? Like, I shucking mean it that I'm not looking to date you now that I've confessed. I don't blame you if you date Teresa now even if she's a shank since boys have probably scarred your life."

You let out a chuckle as you wiped your tears away and pulled from his embrace. "Not all boys." you said honestly and looked up at him.

"O-oh!" Minho exclaims, a visible blush on your cheeks and he grinned so wide he covered his mouth, trying to hide it. "Y/N! You slinthead, don't laugh at me when you make my heart beat faster!"

You just laughed harder but then you calmed yourself and looked at him sincerely, "Minnie, I- I'm just not ready. You are my best friend and it would be such an honor to be with someone who cares for me no matter what, but I don't want to only half be there for you. That slinthead Newt's still in my head even when I try to push him away. I want to love you like you love me. You deserve that much."

Minho smiled at you softly, "Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere. Not even if you shucking threw me in the Maze overnight, I'm gonna run back to you like that little piece of klunk you can never get rid of."

You chuckled again and smiled, "Thank you. Thank you for everything, Minnie. Always. I don't even deserve it."

He took your hand, "You do. You always have and always will and no matter what, I'm going to shucking be by your side." He smiled softly at you and you smiled back.

He slowly let go of your hand, "So, uh, well shuck, it's getting late so uh, you go get some sleep, alright, Y/N? Good night." he said and started walking away after you nodded at him.

"Good night, Minnie." you say before he gets too far away.

"Sweet dreams, you shank!" he calls, turning to you as he walked backwards then sent a small wave and headed into his own hut.

As you closed the door, something so unfamiliar reached your lips: a genuine smile.

It felt like it took forever for you to get over Newt.

It felt like walking on shards of glass in the dark. You had no idea if you were even moving forward at all, while still hurting with glass piercing your bare feet. You had no clue which way to go or where exactly you were. You had no idea if the next step meant stepping on another broken and sharp piece of glass or not. However, you kept walking and walking - sometimes, running recklessly - all for the hope that the next step meant no more pain or darkness.

Those were the first few days, weeks and months. Every time you saw Newt, it felt like another agonizing step in the darkness. He was hurting you and when you cried through sleepless nights you didn't know if the next days even had the chance to get better. Thoughts of him would fill your mind with darkness.

But then, almost as if out of nowhere, came the light.

Slowly, you began to find your way and you saw those shards of glass. Sometimes, you'd still find yourself getting hurt but that's when you realized it was because you let them. You could see the shards of glass beneath your feet, and you still walked through them. You still let them pierce your feet in your every step.

You came to the sad conclusion that all this time, the darkness that clouded you - it wasn't from Newt. You were simply just denying it all this time because you knew that it was from you. You knew he didn't even mean to hurt you, maybe Moira did, but not Newt. Yet, it still hurt you. Each and every day that you saw him - because you let him hurt you. You wanted him to hurt you because you absolutely felt like you deserved that.

You were never angry at Newt, you were angry at yourself. You were so cross with yourself because you believed that you were the most pathetic human being in the world who could lose someone like Newt and you bargained with yourself a deal: that you deserved all this pain and suffering because you were such a terrible person. That you wanted to endure all the suffering because you believed that it had your name on it.

However, like you said during the many months ago that you broke up with Newt, 'People fall in love or they think they do and then they really do. It happens.' Back then, you knew that when you said it you were mostly trying to say it to yourself to believe it. But now? You've come to accept that. You may have been in love with Newt, and maybe he was with you for a while but it wasn't like that anymore. Newt didn't love you, he loved Moira. You said you were okay with it before even when you weren't but now you've accepted that.

Newt didn't love you. It was sad to admit it but strangely, it felt liberating as well. You finally felt ready to let go of this hurt that so unnecessarily tied itself around the thought of Newt because you realize that Newt only hurt you because of you. You sprinkled those shards of glass beneath your feet and now it was time to not let them hurt you even when you saw it. To not let Newt hurt you anymore.

It was like the sun started to shine brighter when you finally came to accept that. It was a slow, tiring journey but now, every time you saw Newt, you realized that you smiled when you saw him happy. You cared about the boy, and that would never ever change. So to see him happy, even when that happiness didn't come from you, made you happy too.

When Newt caught your eyes for the first time in months, there was the familiar flash of worry as if he'd been caught doing something illegal but then you sent him a smile. He seemed shocked at first as Moira was talking with him in the gardens, but he smiled back at you and everything changed since then.

It was like everything finally started getting back to normal.

You found yourself smiling more and spending much better days next to your best friends. Teresa stopped giving you concerned looks and finally got back to treating you with snarky comments and doing silly things in the Med-hut when no one needed tending to (okay, even if someone needed tending to). Thomas would be less quiet now. He was kind of keeping his distance since he was still close with Newt and you and he just didn't want to make it anymore awkward, especially since it affected your other friends too - but now, everything and everyone was getting back together. Newt would join you and the other at the table during dinners whenever he could, without Moira. It was happening a lot more often recently which was nice. It was like the whole team was okay.

Moira even stopped dangling Newt in front of you, which certainly helped even if it mostly didn't affect you anymore. Thomas said Newt got really mad at Moira when he finally realized what she was up to but Teresa swears it was only because Moira knew it didn't drive you nuts anymore. You honestly felt bad for her because she seemed to get such joy from making someone miserable. You liked to avoid her, really, not because she was with Newt but because of the type of person she was. So you were thankful that she stopped, because avoiding her became a lot easier when she stopped setting out to attack you every day.

One thing you were super thankful for though? Minho.

After that night he had confessed to being in love with you, you were honestly really, really nervous that even if you tried for it not to be weird - it would just eventually be very weird and very awkward. It drove you nuts all day while you waited for him to come back from running in the Maze the next morning. However, the moment he called into the Med-hut for you and Teresa, cracking up a sassy joke while wearing a big grin on his face - it was like nothing had changed between you two. If not, it had even gotten better.

You couldn't deny that another reason why you never lost hope from the suffering you had in the first few months was because of Minho. He kept you smiling and laughing even during the darkest nights in the Glade. He was always there for you and picking you up and reminding you that everything was okay - or at least, it was going to be. And as the days went on, the more you believed his words. He was your best friend alongside Teresa, he always was and he always will be.

However, even though you'd never admit it openly to anyone except for Teresa, you were starting to develop certain feelings for Minho. At first you, you were scared that it was because you just missed a relationship and you didn't want to hurt Minho if that was the case. However, it slowly proved to be more than that. You knew the feelings were true when you realized just how much Minho cared about you and treated you with such respect, and how you wanted to do the same for him.

Minho never flirted with you or made you uncomfortable even though you knew he was in love with you. You could see that he was sometimes, but you could tell he was holding back out of respect for you. He wouldn't hold your hand or embrace you, if something, he was more careful with touching you since then and honestly, that sent butterflies to your tummy.

It was a little weird. Didn't people get that gushing feeling when someone would say something sweet or hold them a certain way? Minho was doing the exact opposite but since you knew the reason why, it never failed to tie your stomach into knots and cause a deep blush to reach your cheeks.

So yes, you were falling for Minho. You could deny it when you spoke, but never when you thought. You tried not to let it affect you, but it was hard. You'd have to commend Minho for being able to do it. Lately, you would find yourself stuttering whenever he caught you off guard, become anxious when you remembered he was in the maze, started reaching for his hand when you sat next to each other at dinner, and walked together - just the two of you - around the Glade at night and talked for hours.

Teresa would bug you about telling him. She knew you were in love before you even did and she teased you endlessly about it, especially during the nights of the Bonfire: like right now.

"Y/N, come on. You've been waiting long enough, just tell Minho you're head over heels for him already!" she practically yelled.

You got on your knees from sitting on the balls of your feet, clasping a hand over Teresa's mouth quickly, "Slim it, T'res! He might hear you!"

She gave you a sarcastic look and when you released your hand on her mouth she said flatly, "Well, that's kind of the point, darling."

You rolled your eyes at your best friend and sat back down, taking another gulp from the glass of moonshine you held in your hands. You felt the burning sensation in your throat and cleared it before talking, "You tell Thomas, I tell Minho."

Teresa groaned, "You are so difficult." and all you could do was grin at her, feeling victorious in shutting your friend up. As if on cue, Minho and Thomas pops up with sticks of food in their hands.

"Sorry we took a while, Chuck held up the line by eating everything Frypan just cooked up." Thomas groaned, as he sat down next to Teresa, resting his back on the log behind them as he handed her a stick.

"But at least we got this shank to sit down with us for a while." Minho says, clasping a hand over Newt's shoulder - who popped up behind the Asian.

"Hope you don't mind if I join ya." Newt chirps as Minho sits down close next to you, handing you a piece of meat.

Teresa swallowed the food she had in her mouth, "So long as you don't have that snake of a girlfriend with you." she says sharply.

"T'res!" you, Minho and Thomas scold and she just looks at all of you with wide eyes for a second before rolling them and biting off another piece of meat from the stick she held.

"Uh, well," Newt started awkwardly as he sat down next to Minho, "Moira's not feeling too well so she's just stuck in her hut. I'll get some food for her on the way back but I'd like to just buggin' chill for a second, you know?"

You didn't notice a look Thomas shared with Minho as you told Newt, "Oh no, I hope she feels better, but I'm glad you could join us."

Newt nodded at you with a smile then, averted his eyes immediately. You were a little shocked by this, if you were honest, ti kind of felt like he was the one avoiding you now but you didn't want to think about it.

Minho seemed to notice though so he quickly cleared his throat, "How's about we just shucking drink and have fun, tonight shanks?! No problems, no worries, no maze talks, no nothin'!" He raised his already three-fourths empty glass of moonshine, "Cheers to us, shuck-faces!!"

The whole group livened up with him, all raising their glasses as well and smiling at each other and cheering in unison, "Shuck-faces!!" before bumping the glasses together and each chugging down whatever was left of each glass.

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"Hey, I gotta go, just wanna check if Moira's okay." Newt suddenly called, getting up from where he sat after spending about an hour and a half of chatting and playing tricks and games with the squad.

Teresa pointed a finger at him, "Leave that shank alone, bet she's just shu-"

Thomas quickly clasp a hand over her mouth firmly with the arm that draped around her shoulder, "Yeah, go ahead, man!" he calls as Teresa wiggled underneath his grasp.

You and Minho shared a knowing look as you looked at your two friends and giggled. You looked up at Newt, who was apparently looking down at you. His eyes widened when you caught his stare and you sent him a smile before he looked away. Concern filled your being all of the sudden and you just had to ask, "Hey, are you okay?"

Newt turned back to you, rubbing the back of his neck and nodding, "Yeah, sorry, just a little worried about her."

You nodded with a smile, "Don't forget to get her some food then." you smile.

Newt nods, "I won't. Thanks." then he waves and starts walking away. He could hear the eruption of laughter when Teresa apparently licked Thomas' hand to get him off of her and Newt couldn't help but chuckle. He made his way to where Frypan left the last bits of food for anyone to take.

He couldn't help but think of how you had asked him if he was alright. After all this time, it blew his mind that the one person who knew if something was wrong with him or not was still you. Thinking about it made his chest tighten.

If Newt was honest, he really missed you. He was happy that he finally got to spend more time with you but it never felt like it was enough and if he were honest, just earlier, as he watched you sit next to Minho, share food with him, brushed fingers with him, run around with him, and just be with him - he could swear his blood started to boil in his veins.

It was always like that whenever he saw you with Minho. He didn't understand why. He left you yet he couldn't stand it when he saw you with someone else.He shouldn't be angry, he should be happy that you had someone.

He realized he had just been standing there, deep in thought and spacing out about you again. He shook the though out of his head quickly, letting out a deep sigh. Lately, especially ever since he got really mad at Moira for making you so upset by flaunting their relationship, all he could think about was you. Even when he was with Moira, he thought of you. He really tried not to, but he couldn't help it - you would always slither back into his mind these past few days.

He grabbed two sticks of food as he had to pull himself from his thoughts again, before he could make it to Moira's hut, a hand clasp onto his shoulder. He quickly turned to see Thomas looking at him. Newt cocked up an eyebrow at his friend.

"Hey, uh, I really don't want to be the person to tell you this but I'm tired of just watching you so blind about this." his friend said, a sad and almost guilty expression on his face.

"What do you bloody mean?" Newt asks, he could feel his grip tighten around the sticks he held.

Thomas looked to the fire that burned in the distance, his lips tightening to a line as he shifted his weight. "I-I don't know if you know about the rumours surrounding your... well, your girlfriend."

A frustrated sigh leaves Newt as he rolls his eyes. Yes. He knew about the rumours. There were rumours going around that Moira had been fooling around the Glade. He didn't believe it. He just knew it wasn't possible because he was with her most of the time, so if she was doing anything he would know. Plus, she always told him what he was up to if she wasn't with him and he trusted her with that. He looked at his friend dead in the eyes and said sternly, "Those. Aren't. True."

Thomas bit his bottom lip, looking up at the sky and shifting his weight once more, "Look, I wish they weren't okay? But-"

"Tommy, if you're just going to waste my time I suggest you go back to Y/N and the others." Newt simply says and starts to walk past his friend, not wanting to hurt him in any way.

Thomas didn't even try to stop him, but he spun around to watch him leave and before he got any further away he called out to him, "She tried to get to me just last night!" He didn't move and Newt stopped in his tracks and he watched the blonde's shoulders rise and fall in heavy breaths."She threw herself onto me while you were sleeping. I physically had to throw her off... Newt... I don't want you getting hurt." Thomas adds.

Newt's head turned to him slightly, but then quickly snapped back and he started walking again, leaving his friend behind. He didn't want to believe Thomas but he knew that he wasn't lying. Thomas would never lie to him. Not Tommy.

His feet felt like bricks as he started to approach Moira's hut. He started to doubt ever single moment that she told him what she was up to. What if, all those times, she really was out fooling around with the other Gladers? He didn't want to think of his girlfriend in that light but did that mean Thomas had lied to him? That just wasn't possible. But what if when he opened this door, there Moira was, lying asleep on her bed because she indeed was ill?

Newt stopped in front of her door, gripping the sticks of food in his hands tightly. There was only one way to find out. He swung the door open quickly and stepped inside.

The pieces of food immediately drop to the floor as Newt's eyes fell on Moira, indeed asleep on her bed - but next to Jack, a builder. They were tangled in the sheets and from the looks of their bare skin glistening int he pale moonlight and the atmosphere that lingered in the room, Newt could correctly assume what happened.

"What the bloody hell?!" he yells. It was enough to wake the two naked forms up. Both of their eyes went wide, sitting up.

"Newt! You're not supposed to be back here!" Moira chirps, quickly gathering the sheets to cover herself up as if he's never seen her naked for before.

He ignored her and his head snaps to Jack, "Get. The shuck. Out." he growls, glaring at the boy.

Jack only looked at him smugly, not moving from where he was, "So you finally found out? Took you long enough, shank."

Newt glares at him even more, "Jack, if you don't bloody get out of here right now I am going to throw you into the shucking slammer for a week without food."

Jacks'e eyes widened at the threat from the Second-In-Command, then he gets up glaring at him. He puts on his pants swiftly and gathers the rest of his clothes, as he walked past Newt he mutters just enough for him to hear before walking out of the door, "Serves you right for breaking Y/N's heart, though."

Newt's head snaps to his direction, fighting the will to tackle Jack. Instead, he slams the door shut so hard it shook the hut. Just that moment, Moira seemed to drop her whole wide-eyed-innocent-girlfriend act.

Moira got up from the bed and made her way towards Newt, who was fuming. "Are you going to put me in the slammer too, hm?" she purrs as she presses her body wrapped in thin sheets against him as she whispers into his ear seductively, "Or are you going to punish me yourself?"

Newt immediately grabs her sides causing a smirk from her but much to her surprise he pushes her off of him, not making any advancements towards her as she stumbled backwards into her bed. Moira glares at Newt, "Huh, so you really are mad now?!"

Newt doesn't respond to her, trying to calm himself down and not punch her in the face. Moira was quickly putting her clothes back on, once they finally were, she sits on the edge of the bed, crossing her arms and legs. Her voice laced with poison as she spoke, "You know I never loved you and maybe you did for a while, but I don't give a klunk even if you did. I needed you, that's all."

He still doesn't respond, just breathes heavily but he turns to watch her as she spoke. She was smirking at him, "You see, I figured, if I dated the leader of this place, it would be a lot easier to get away with anything, or should I say, anyone?" she giggles, "There was no going anywhere with the shuck-face Alby, but luckily there was you. The handsome, good-natured, sexually frustrated Second-In-Command with the sexy accent. I loved it when you moaned my name, got pretty tired of when you accidentally called out for hers, though."

"But hey, at least it was so easy blind-siding you with all of this. You were so trusting to me, believing every words that came from my little lips. You see, by dating you, I could get anyone. Because if one of them wanted to reveal my little secret, I'd just have to remind them who my boyfriend was and how much trouble they could get into when I framed them." she reveals, "So, thank you really, Newt for being so shucking oblivious to this all, I couldn't have done anyone without you. It rally helped that you ex-girlfriend Y/N was such a baby about me stealing you away t-"

"Don't shucking talk about her like that!!!!!" Newt suddenly screams, threateningly taking steps closer to her.

Moira's green eyes go wide as she found herself backing up from where she sat. Her eyes watched Newt breathe heavily with a deadly glare focused on her. Her lips started to form a small smirk again, "Unbelievable." she breathes, "You love her. You still shucking love her."

Newt's angry eyes softened then, and he suddenly couldn't look at Moira. Hearing it out loud, from someone else, felt like daggers diving into his chest. She was right though, Newt was still in love with you. He probably never fell out of love with you - he just suddenly got distracted and then kept denying that he was.

"Pathetic." she mutters under her breath then scoffed at him, "You know, she's never going to love you back. Not after what you did."

"Shut up." he mutters.

"You seriously think she's going to come running back to your arms after you completely crushed her like that?!" Moira asks, her voice rising.

"Bloody shut up, you slinthead!" Newt yells at her and they stare at each other for a while, then he shakes his head as he releases a frustrated sigh and swings the door open, ready to leave.

"Hey!" Moira calls, causing Newt to stop. "You're not going to go tell Alby are you? Cause I could get in a lot of trouble."

He turns his head slightly towards her, looking at her from the corner of his eye, "You can have one of your buggin' boy toys tell him yourself, because that blackmail you use on them won't work anymore. It's over. I'm breaking up with you and I hope I never bloody see you again."

With that, Newt quickly leaves Moira to sit alone on her bed, her mind running wild with how her whole plan was now falling into pieces, as he rushes back to the bonfire with only one thought in mind: to find you and tell you how much he has always loved you.

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The night had been going so well. You were having the most fun you've ever had at a bonfire for as long as you could remember. It probably had to do a little bit with the amount of moonshine you drank to loosen you up, you weren't anywhere near out of your mind, but you were definitely more awake and relaxed and ready to have a good time.

You had all shared the craziest maze and med-hut stories, it was always funny how the med-hut would sometimes be more eventful than the maze. You even played a bunch of silly game that involved running around the bonfire or playing pranks on the other Gladers. You had personally had a race with Teresa, which you won; see who could chug moonshine faster against Thomas, which you almost won; and had a no-laughing contest against minho, which you lost by a landslide.

Now, the bonfire didn't show any signs of dying down. Music surrounded the Glade as the Gladers played a nice beat. Lots of people were dancing around and before you even realized it, you found yourself to be once of them as Minho dragged you with him.

You were dancing with him for who knows how long but as you did, as your bodies touched and grazed against each other every now and then, all you could think of was him and how much your feelings were growing for him.

Minho was a wonderful dancer but that wasn't what was bringing the redness to your cheeks. You couldn't help that your thoughts were consumed by him as you danced with him. Minho loved you. He said it himself and lately, that thought had been haunting you the past few days as you asked yourself: do you really truly love him?

You didn't even realize how close you were dancing to him by now, so lost in your thoughts. You knew that you genuinely cared about him, always have and always will. And you knew that he always cared about you - only you. Minho wasn't exactly someone to be close with a lot of people, and he was definitely always there for you - no matter what. Plus, he waited. He never advanced towards you and made you feel uncomfortable, he was so patient and respectful of you, always. He didn't pressure you to love him back, it was like he was more than content with just being friends with you and being there for you even if it meant not having you as a girlfriend.

Something suddenly bumped your nose and your eyes traveled up to what it was.

Minho.

He was so close. His nose bumped into yours and you couldn't remember how both of you had gotten so close. Both of your bodies were swaying slowly to the upbeat music, lost in your own world as you stared at each others' eyes. Almost like an unstoppable gravitational pull, all of the sudden, Minho closes the small gap between your lips and his.

Both of your eyes flutter close and bodies still as Minho's lips press softly against yours and it was like the world grew silent. Slowly, both of you pull apart, exhaling as your eyes found themselves back to each other.

Minhos' suddenly grows wide as his body tenses, "O-oh, h-holy shuck." he breathes out, stepping backward with his hands up in defense. The Glade really was silent, all eyes on the both of you. "Holy shuck, I'm so sorry. I'm so shucking sorry. Shuck, I'm such a shuck-faced shuck. I-I didn't mean to and oh my shuck, I- I'm so so-"

You step closer to him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you bite down on your bottom lip as you looked up at his eyes then his lips for a second then back to his eyes, "Don't be." you whisper.

Minho stares down at you for a moment in shock, his mind quickly putting together what those two little words that escape your lips really meant. His hands slowly move to hold your waist gently, "A-are you sure? Y/N I told you. I can wait." You chuckle as he speaks, "I can wait for you, I don't shucking care how lo-"

You crash your lips onto his, interrupting him. Minho's eyes went wide in shock as you kissed him, but then, he understands and his eyes flutter close like yours as he quickly wraps his arms around you pulling you closer and deepening the kiss.

Gladers all around interrupt in cheers and the beating of the music comes back on. You feel one of Minho's arms unwrap from you as the other held onto you strongly, he pumps his hand into the air victoriously and the cheers get louder. You smile into your kiss with Minho as he ends up grinning too and you pull back, allowing yourself to laugh out loud as you look deep into his dark, joyous eyes.

He grins down at you and you could just feel the happiness radiating off of his body. He embraces you tightly, pulling your blushing face into his chest. The both of you can't stop smiling from ear to ear at all.

Teresa watched from the distance, a grin of her own forming on her lips as she watched two of her best friends finally happy. "You go girl!" She cheers for the both of you, getting a laugh from you and Minho towards her direction as she leans back on the log she sat on. "Fina-shucking-lly." she breathes out with a smile as she then lets her eyes travel around the Gladers who were also very happy to see them get together. Teresa's smile only fades from her lips when her eyes fall on a familiar blonde head of hair amongst the crowd.

It was Newt. She watched as he was the only one not smiling or cheering or moving at all.

He was standing completely still, with his defeated expression being illuminated by the blazing fire in front of him. His lips were slightly parted and trembled while his eyebrows furrowed together. His chest rose and fell unevenly with his hands balled into shaking fists at his sides as if he was stopping himself from bursting into sobs. Tears welled in his eyes as he watched the Keeper of the runners and the first girl of the Glade dance happily in each others' arms. He had seen everything.

Suddenly, Newt catches the stare Teresa and he slowly turns his head towards her.

She couldn't help but frown as she watched tears roll down the Second-In-Comman's cheeks, with the look in his face showing the heartbreaking truth he had to accept:

He was too late.