Subject B3 (newt x reader)

Chapter 18

A/N: hey guys so I have exams next week so I probably won't be uploading as much as I have as I will spend most of my day either doing the exams or revising :( but I will try my best! Love you all 💗

Sweaty bodies push against my clothes as I stumble through the party, Newt tightly grabbing onto my hand to ensure we don't lose each other. The pounding music is starting to make my head hurt, and I start to feel slightly disoriented in this environment.

"Do you see any of them?" Newt shouts over the music.

"No." I reply, gulping as beads of sweat start to form on my forehead. My vision starts to blur at the edges, and all the dancing bodies around me start to fade into one big blur.

What's happening to me? I've been in here less than ten minutes and haven't even drank anything. Just stay focus, Y/N. It's probably the adrenaline rushing to your head.

"Hey, are you alright?" Newt shouts. I shift my eyes and see the boy looking at me, his brows furrowed with concern.

"Yeah, yeah." I gulp again, wiping my hand against my forehead. "I'm fine."

Newt nods, but doesn't look convinced.

"Ok, just stay close to me." He says, tightening his grip on my hand. "And keep a look out for any familiar faces."

We keep moving through the crowd, despite the fact that I keep stumbling over my own feet.

For fuck's sake, Y/N, get a grip on yourself! You haven't drank anything, you're not drunk, so stop acting like you are. Pull yourself together and find the others.

I nod my head in reply to the voice in my brain as I straighten my posture, following Newt through the endless crowd of Cranks until we finally reach the edge.

"Where are they?" I shout at the boy.

"I have no bloody clue!" He shouts back, darting his eyes back and forth across the dancing people. "I wonder if Minho and Teresa have had any luck?"

"Enjoying the party?" A voice cackles from behind us. The two of us spin round and see a man leaning against the wall, holding a glass of bright green liquid. His black eyeliner is smudged across his under eyes, and his purple blazer hangs on his lean figure, almost like it's wearing him.

Newt clears his throat, pulling me closer towards him. "Uh, yes, thank you. You haven't happened to see a group of kids around our age come in here, have you?"

"No, I haven't." The man replies, taking a swig from his mysterious liquid. "But don't think about other people. The point here is to focus on yourself. Or, in your case, each other." He breaks out into a creepy grin, sending shivers down my spine. "I do love to see young people in love at my party."

"Oh, we're not-" I begin, but Newt cuts me off before I can finish.

"Yes, we've got to enjoy our last moments of sanity in each other's company before we lose each other to this virus."

I'm confused at the game Newt's playing at, until I remember Jorge's words:

Blend in.

"I'm so glad to hear it." The man says, "have you danced yet? You know, the point of this place is to dance, after all."

"Oh, um, we just arrived." Newt replies. "But I'm sure we will soon."

"No time like the present." The man shrugs, motioning towards us with his hand. "Give it a go now."

My eyes widen as I turn to Newt, but his face reads no emotion as he snakes his arms around my waist, pulling me right into his chest.

"Just go along with it." He whispers into my ear, taking hold of my arms and wrapping them around his neck.