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Newt
“It’s a… girl?” Newt shouted up to the rest of the Gladers above him while Newt crouched over the, maybe dead, girl. He leaned down to check her pulse when he noticed a paper and when he grabbed it the girl’s bright blue eyes shot open before she gasped out one word.
“T… Thomas…”
The note had read, ‘This is the last one’, which Newt thought was frustratingly vague yet very obviously what it meant. No more people. This girl must be the last… Would that mean no more shipments for supplies? Newt didn’t understand how this new girl knew their second newest greenie’s name when he just learned it a day ago. It was too odd for Newt’s liking.
It was idiotic, truly. Newt knew it was stupid to dislike the girl before he even got to speak to her but he couldn’t bring himself to feel comfortable with her here. The note she arrived with was certainly not helping with the distrust Newt began to harbor for her. Why would they only send up one last person? And why was it her specifically? Was it just because she was a girl? But when she came up she gasped out Thomas’ name like it was her final breath, how did she know Tom’s name? Did she know her own? So many questions were whirling around in his mind as he stared at the girl lying in the cot, Alby only allowed a few people to watch her, people that were trustworthy enough to not foam at the mouth just because a girl was here. It was a novelty, Newt supposed. Thomas was here too, insisted on being here to make sure the girl was okay. There was a question that seemed louder in Newt’s mind among the others.
“Do you know her?” He asks curiously- curiosity is what this was, that’s all.
“I don’t think so?” Thomas says with a bit of confusion in his tone, the poor shank probably couldn’t remember a thing.
“Really? ‘Cus it definitely seemed like she knew you.” Newt shot back, a bit too aggressively which he felt a tad bad for since Thomas could barely remember his own name just a bit ago so obviously he didn’t remember this random lady. It didn’t help settle his jealousness though. Wait. Jealousy? Is that what Newt was currently experiencing? He has never- ‘Of course you haven’t you shucking idiot, even if you did, you wouldn’t remember’ Newt immediately chidded himself in his head. He couldn’t help the flare-up of what Newt has now categorized as jealousy, flood him and made him even more annoyed at this girl. Newt didn’t think about it before he left the hut the girl was in. Okay… Maybe it was more of a stomp away. This was Newt’s (supposed) first time experiencing jealousy! Give him a break! His jaw was clenched and it almost seemed like Alby could instantly notice something was wrong but he just gave Newt his job for today.
The next morning Newt had awoken to the sound of clanking and fellow gladers shouting, Newt was alarmed since there might be some kind of fight, he prays not because it’s too bloody early for this. If there was a fight, Alby would have to deal with it, for Newt’s sanity. But when Newt had come out of their sleeping quarters he saw some rocks and apples being flung from one of the treehouses with the boys all hiding under several things for shields. ‘Ah, garbage lids.’ That explained the clanking. Who was throwing junk from the treehouse though?
“What the bloody hell is happening?” Newt asked in a shout to the men cowering under lids, it was honestly fairly pathetic. Newt got several overlapping shouts from the gladers but the consensus was that the girl was up and throwing things down at them, it seems she wasn’t keen to be surrounded by strange men. Despite Newt disliking her that made a fair amount of sense, most of these shanks were shuckheads. Newt attempted to talk to the girl in the tree but he was soon cowering with the others, he already had a limp he didn’t need a concussion. Despite all of them cowering it was mostly just laughter and a couple shanks yelling up to her saying that they weren’t going to hurt her. Which she continued to not listen to and threw more down in retaliation but it was worth a shot.
That was when Thomas walked out, he seemed as confused as Newt was earlier but then he was quickly hiding under the many things being used as protection with Newt.
“She doesn’t seem to like us much!” Newt laughed with lightheartedness, to emphasize his words, the girl shouted down soon after:
“Leave me alone!” She seemed to not appreciate the offer of a tour like Tommy did. Newt had a slightly beguiled grin on his face, it was always amusing to see the new greenies reactions to what was happening. This was a pretty big first impression though, with the note and saying Tommy’s name and now throwing projectiles at them all? It was a bit much for this early.
Then Thomas did something that could’ve been expected, he yelled up to her who he was and she paused. She stopped throwing things and Thomas made his way to her slowly, narrating his movements loudly, as if approaching a scared cat. Newt almost laughed but then he was annoyed, that jealousy was hitting him again. Newt couldn’t help how he was mildly pissed that Tommy went up there, it was idiotic, of course he’d go up there, it was just to calm down the new girl. Newt shouldn’t be so torn up about it, he doesn’t understand why he’s upset about it in the first place, maybe it’s just that the greenbean’s attention is now on that girl when it was before on Newt. The way Tommy looked back a few times after meeting Newt amused him after Alby told Newt about it, but now that was attention on her.
Jealousy is stupid. That is what Newt has decided… Real shucking dumb.
Thomas
Thomas has only been here a couple days and so much commotion had already happened, he learned his name- or remembered it… Then this girl showed up, who was named Terresa which he learned after talking to her in that tree. She said she also had those dreams and he couldn’t help but kind of feel a bit of comradery with her on that front, someone who didn’t think he was crazy. But after that whole fiasco that he had to wake up to, Thomas couldn’t find Newt. He really liked being around Newt, his accent was so novel to him, everyone else shared one accent, he also liked his hair, it reminded Thomas of silk. But that is not the point, he has asked around with everyone and they all say they don’t know and just when he’s about to ask another poor glader Alby grabs his shoulder.
“He should be by the woods, getting wood. Now leave these shanks alone, greenie!”
Alby playfully shouted as he gave Thomas a firm pat on the back, Thomas quickly looked toward the direction Alby had pointed him in and quickly made his way over there, looking considerably like a dog with its tail wagging in Alby’s opinion.
Thomas found Newt aggressively stripping a tree of its bark, it was the most aggressive Thomas has seen him in the… three days he’s been here? He’s pretty sure it’s three. Thomas wondered if Newt was mad at him for some reason, he doesn’t know why Newt would be upset at him but ever since Teressa arrived Newt has been acting snippy. Like that whole conversation in the hut yesterday that Thomas was still very confused over.
“Uh… Did- Did I do something to make you mad?” Thomas asked with a bit of hesitance, he doubted Newt would try to stab him with that thing but you never know! Newt seemed to have not even noticed Thomas was there since he kind of flinched and then- glared at Thomas?!
It surprised Thomas a considerable amount, he didn’t think Newt could get upset, since Thomas got here it’s been everyone saying that Newt is the “level-headed one” which was turning out to be true until now…
“If I did do something then I’m sorry! Tell me what I can do and I’ll try to make it up!” Thomas apologized immediately without even being fully sure what he was apologizing for, he just really liked being around Newt and his smile was a lot more comforting than his glare… Newt seemed to look over him for a moment, debating something before looking back to the trunk.
“Slim it. Don’t you wanna hang out with your little girlfriend?” Newt spat with very obvious annoyance in his very nice accent as he sliced the tree again, it was kind of making Thomas a bit nervous. ‘Girlfriend?’ Thomas thought with confusion, was he talking about Teresa? She was very pretty and it was nice to know someone else was having those weird dreams but Thomas doesn’t think he likes her that way? He wouldn’t know very well since his memories are pretty damn clean from his mind.
“Wha- What did I do?” Thomas asked with a bit of exasperated confusion, this was a lot for his first couple of days in the Glade. Newt just seemed more annoyed, slashing another part of the trunk off. Thomas felt himself squirm nervously, he didn’t know how to make people not mad at him. Gally didn’t like him but Gally was a dick so Thomas didn’t care enough to try and make a friend out of him but Newt was kind and really really great to Thomas so he wanted to make it up. Newt seemed to have decided something when he stabbed his blade into the tree trunk and fully faced Thomas.
“What do you think of her?” Newt asked, voice measured but the question seemed loaded, like there was a correct answer. Thomas tried for the life of him to look into Newt’s honey eyes and decipher what he wanted from him but Thomas couldn’t find the answer for the life of him so he did what he seemed to do best, told the truth.
“She’s… Nice?” Thomas said with hesitance as he waited for Newt’s reaction, which led to Thomas watching as Newt gave him a once over, it made Thomas squirm slightly as his heart rate picked up like when he ran when he first got here. It wasn’t bad though. He didn’t seem entirely satisfied with Thomas’ answer but Newt let his eyes settle back on Thomas’. Newt just looked at him, with a look that was unreadable, and just stared.
It was super unnerving, Thomas could feel his face flushing against his will and the urge to bolt was getting stronger with each second that passed. He tried to without the staring but it was really stressing him out!
“N-Nevermind! I’m sorry if I did something but I’ll just leave you alone!” Thomas quickly stumbled over his words before turning away and almost giving into his urge to bot before he felt slender and pale fingers wrap around his wrist. He glanced back to see Newt holding his wrist to keep him from running away, his face now seemed… amused? Did he have a smirk on his face? Thomas could feel the thumping of his heart in his ears like when he sprinted away from the box as he looked up at Newt, who was a bit taller than him now that Thomas was looking…
Before Thomas knew what was happening he felt soft lips to his own, but they disappeared as suddenly as they appeared and Newt’s cheeky smirk seemed even bigger. Newt released his wrist and started to walk away with Thomas’ wide eyes glued to him.
“You’re forgiven.”