"Y/n!" Newt yelled. I was helping Frypan cook breakfast when I heard the first of Newt's anger.

"Fuck." I grabbed Fry by the sleeve of his shirt. "Hey I'm gonna go walk my goldfish okay."

"What? Y/n! We're makin' breakfast! You can't just-" Fry called out.

"I'll be right back I promise!" Finding my way around the kitchen, I sprinted across the Glade to find a place to hide. Unfortunately this inevitably exposed me to Newt.

"Y/n, where are you going?!" He started hobbling after me. "You can't run forever!"

"So! neither can you!" I ran over to the deadheads, darting through the brush.

"Y/n! No trees! You don't-" Newt's words were cut apart as he panted. "Have a good track record with them." True, he did have a point, but that didn't stop me from clambering up the nearest one."Fine, if you're not coming down maybe Alby can help." He shook his head in disappointment walking off.

I held tightly on the bark, practically clawing into it. No way. How'd Newt even find out. I call Bull! How did he know I did the very thing that I did. More importantly, who the fuck snitched? Newt returned with Alby a few minutes later. A crowd started to form underneath me.

"Y/n come on down here." Alby called out through his hands. "You gotta face the consequences." Ugh I hate consequences. Fuck that. I raced my mind for some smart aleck remark.

"You mean like a punishment?!" I yelled through a smug smirk. "Sounds kinky!" Alby rolled his eyes and started up the tree. Seeing that he was getting closer caused a flicker of a memory. Tag. What do you do in tag? You run.

I clambered across branches frantically, laughing. Skidding across to the next tree, I weaved my way through the twiggy branches. I thought I might've lost him, until I felt my shirt being roughly pulled back.

"Got you y/n." Alby dragged me down the tree even as unwilling as I was. He locked my hands behind my back.

"So this is kinky!" I blurted. Alby just tightened his grip as Newt limped over. "Guys I think we should have a safe word. Mine will be pineapple juice."

"I told you y/n." Newt sighed. "You can't just keep doing the same things on and on with no punishment. Empty their pockets." Newt looked tired and I almost felt bad about what he was about to find.

"All you're gonna find in there is deez nuts." No one laughed. Alby reached in my front pocket and pulled out a lighter. Newt's eyes widened.

"Where did you even find that y/n! That was locked up!" A vain in Newt's forehead bulged out angrily.

"I have my sources." I shrugged, trying to restrain a grin. Then an unfolded paper clip fell out. Newt snatched it off the ground, bringing it up to my face.

"Oh yeah is this your sources!"

"I don't even know how that got in there." I said before rubbing my lips together. Newt pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling a long breath. Alby continually tugged things out, a tampon, one of Newt's keys, a piece of paper which upon unfolding it read.

Victor is a Whore, I am considering castration...Need to find knife. Must consult with Chuck.

"Well that's a real lovely message y/n!" Newt exclaimed, rubbing his hand through his hair.

"Thank you. That's some of my best work." I replied, no one seemed to be appreciating my witty remarks.

Stickers, the calendar that had been missing for the past week, a few miscellaneous pills, a shoelace, a dirty tissue, dried up gum, and a few other stolen things tumbled out.

"She's a thief!" Someone cried out.

"Yeah and you have back hair and sweaty pits, anything else you need to be updated on Randy?!" I sneered. Lastly the one thing that was blatantly incriminating was revealed.

Paul's greasy black hair tied up with twine was now in Alby's fist. Newt swung his hand out at the evidence.

"For Gods sake y/n!" I felt something unusual. Guilt. Not for cutting the hair off, of course not.
Newt's crest fallen face was all it took to feel that nasty twinge of a feeling flare up inside of me.

"Sorry." I mumbled, looking everywhere but at Newt.

"Let them go Alby. I'm taking them to their punishment." I was let out of Alby's grasp and nudged towards Newt. My chest hammering I followed him. I tried talking to him but he'd just shake his head. We didn't stop until we were in front of the baggers. My stomach twisted and sank. He knew me too well. He was going to humiliate me.

"Y/n would like to say something to Paul here." Newt pushed me towards the boys. I felt my eyebrows tilt up.

"I do?" Paul's hair was jaggedly uneven, it looked horrible. As serious as the situation was it made me want to roll around on the floor laughing.

"Say you're sorry y/n." Newt said sternly. I huffed knowing this was going to be painful.

"What for?" I asked. Paul's lips twisted around, trembling.

"For mutilating my hair you psycho Bitch!" Feeling a laugh tickle the back of my throat I coughed.

"Oh okay. Well..." I rubbed my lips together.
"What I want to say Paul is that I'm-" I shuddered as if I felt bitterness evade my mouth. "I'm-" I winced. Paul's squinted eyes started to flash with anger. "I am so so so sorry...that you're a twit loving bitch." The baggers erupted in laughter at their friend's expense. Newt dug his fingernails into my arm.

"Apologize now y/n."

"Do I have to?!"

"Do it y/n!" Newt's fingernails stung my skin.

"Fine!" I spun around quickly to Paul. "I'm sorry!" My throat felt hoarse. "Are you happy?!" I pushed Newt out of the way and stormed back to the kitchens.