A song this chapter reminds me of// Bad Reputation // Joan Jett and the Blackhearts//

The rest of the day flew by. After lunch and the obvious stares I received, Chuck and I went to the forest or what they called "The Deadheads." He told me about the grievers. How they swarmed around at night outside and how this thing we were trapped in was a maze. How Minho, the boy I met my first night here, was the keeper of the runners and they would run the maze all day.

They were supposed to come back before the doors would close, locking us in. Otherwise they'd face inevitable dooms. I'm guessing gruesome deaths. At Dinner we all lined up at the kitchen again. This time for homemade pizza made by Fry himself.

Frypan smiled at me as he gave put a slice on my plate. The runners had just come back from the maze looking ravenous. As I wandered about the tables I looked for a place to sit trying to find any familiar face. I felt a tug on the side of my shirt.

"Hey pretty girl, you can sit here if you want to." Oh my god I don't think Victors voice could sound anymore douchey. I sighed turning towards him. His friends elbowed him and chattered like hyenas. Every single seat at the table was taken. Rushed with annoyance I replied.

"No thanks. Looks like you're all filled up anyways." He chuckled and pointed at his lap.

"What are you talking about, I saved this spot just for you princess."

"Wow you must've practiced that one in the mirror didn't you." I laughed dryly and leaned down to whisper in his ear. "You are the most pathetic, disgusting, revolting human I've ever met." Pulling away I smiled and patted his cheek. His face was the best thing I'd ever seen in my entire life. Victors mouth was agape and he stared at me in shock. As I left I hollered over my shoulder. "You know you'll catch flies doing that." I finally found Chuck and we sat with Newt and Minho.

"Good job greenie." Minho said looking impressed. "That was pretty badass."

"Thanks." I smiled at my small victory and began to pick off any meat off of my pizza. The image of the pig was still imprinted in my mind. Newt looked warily at me.

"Look I know it felt pretty good to do that, and he deserved it. But just know he's a keeper. Victor could make life-" He paused. "He could make life here difficult for you is all I'm trying to say." I took my pizza out of my mouth and laughed.

"Newt, Victor can't do shit." I motioned towards him. "Look at him, he's pathetic." Newts face knitted in worry gazed at Victor.

"Still. You've got to learn how to hold your tongue once in a while." I rolled my eyes putting my slice down.

"You obviously don't get it do you. Boys like Victor do stuff like that to assert themselves. They wanna prove to everyone that they don't have a three inch dick." My hand motions were becoming exaggerated but I really didn't care.
"It's compensation is all it is. He gets off on power. It's like a kink or some weird shit like that." Newt coughed loudly, tilting his head towards Chuck.

"Language." I continued rambling, ignoring Newt.

"But the thing is, is that I'm not going to allow it. If he gets away with it once, he's going to do it again. I hate people like that you know. They're scum who deserve to get there d-i-c-k-s cut off." Chucks face was plastered with a lopsided smile.

"You know I can spell, right." I grinned at him.

"Really? I never could've guessed!" I elbowed him. "Sorry Chuckie, hall monitor says I gotta watch my language around you." Newt tensed up and grumbled.

"I'm not a hall monitor."

"Whatever you say, Mom." I teased. Newt crossed his arms and scoffed.

"Well now you're just bein' bloody ridiculous." I grinned mischievously. "Don't get to happy over there." Newt decided to offer up another subject, as to distract me. "Anyways, wanna know who you're working with tomorrow?"

That piqued my interest. "It was going to be medjacks, but I think you've proven you've gotta problem with blood." I pressed my head against my hand sulking. Newt beamed. "You're gonna be working with trackhoes tomorrow, with me." I raised my head and couldn't help from smiling.

"That means I'll finally get to work with someone cool!" Minho scoffed.

"Newt, cool?" He looked Newt up and down. "Dude, your standards for cool need serious revision." Newt shot Minho an annoyed look. Minho leaned back. "Wait till you hang out with me, your friggin minds gonna explode." I replied quickly.

"I didn't think I'd get a chance to with you disappearing all day. When am I gonna get to work with the runners?" Newts eyes widened.

"You don't just get to work with the runners. You've got to be here for a long while." Minho joined in.

"You've got to be the best of the best. Be able to make split decisions. If we let Shuckfaces try out for runners in their first month. There'd be more dead than alive shanks." I felt defensive, maybe it was of how Minho carried himself. I couldn't tell if he was passionate about running or angry at me by the edge in his voice.

"Okay okay, it's not like I wanted to be one in the first place." I grumbled picking at the wooden table. "I was just asking." I don't know why it bothered me, but it just did and I had the urge to be alone again. "I'm uh gonna head in for the night, but I kinda wanna take a shower first." I raised my head up to look at Newt.

"Oh right! Uh well, who do you want to stand guard while you y'know." Minho blurted.

"I'll do it." I didn't want him to. I'd barely talked to Minho. Now I was going to have to pick one of these stupid lugs to keep watch while I showered.

"No thanks. Um." I closed my eyes trying to think of who could do it. Someone could probably drop kick Chuck, so he was out of the question. Alby was the leader but he seemed very intense and cold. Newt was... Oh wait nothing was wrong with Newt. I could literally just ask him. "Newt will you?" He looked surprised but fine with it.

"Oh. Yeah sure."