Remembrance (Newt X Reader)

Chapter 2~ My Name ISN'T Greenie

"Greenie."

Your head hurt like hell, and you grunted quietly, not having any desire whatsoever to open your eyes.

"Greenie, rise and shine!"

The voice was masked by that same, strange accent that you had heard when you'd first woken up.

"She's not bloody waking up."

You knew you couldn't keep pretending to be asleep forever, and you reluctantly cracked your eyes open. The boy, whose name was Newt, as you had recalled earlier, was leaning over you with an expression that could only be described as an intense curiosity plastered on his dirt-smudged face.

You let out a low groan, bringing a hand to your pounding temple.

"'Hello Greenie, finally awake I see." He sounded much too cheerful for your taste.

"Y-yeah." You still hadn't quite gotten over the shock of waking up in a boxed-up prison, filled with nothing but teenage boys and you were feeling a little uneasy. Maybe "a little" was an understatement.

A quiet squeal came from the back of the room, and you lifted your head a few inches off your pillow to see a short, pudgy boy standing by the door. Then, without another word, he turned and ran out, smiling like an idiot.

Chuck. The name came to you suddenly. A small whisper almost lost in the chaotic buzz of thoughts and confusion bouncing around in your aching head.

"Don't mind him Girlie, he's just excited. We never thought we'd get another Greenbean, let alone another Greenbean who's a girl." This voice sounded to your left. You recognized it as the authoritative one that you had heard when you'd first gotten out of the box.

You turned your head to the side to get a glimpse of the boy who'd spoken. He towered above you, arms crossed, staring down at you. He had dark skin, and his hair was so short, you almost couldn't see it outlined against the light with the rest of his heavily muscled figure.

"I'd tell you who I am, but from what I've heard, you know every shuck name in the Glade." You were too stricken to speak.

Alby. His name is Alby.

"I'm the leader 'round here," Alby said. You nodded, somehow knowing without him having to say. "I have a few questions for you if you don't mind," he paused, "but that'll have to wait. For now, you need to rest." With that, he turned on his heel and pushed out through the door, slamming it behind him.

"What happened?" you managed to croak, asking the question that had been itching in the back of your mind through the whole exchange. Newt smiled, and you flushed, hoping nothing stupid happened while you were out.

"Turns out you have a mild concussion, and ya blacked out for a while. Half the boys freaked out, thinkin' you'd up and died or something." He chuckled. "Brought you back here a few hours ago." You sniffed, gingerly rubbing your forehead. You figured you hit it in the box... or maybe before you'd been knocked out. Wherever you'd been. Then, you realized with a jolt: How had you gotten here in the first place? How was it possible that you remembered this place -- and all the boys in it -- but not where you'd been before now? Who were your parents? How old were you?

"Do you remember your name Greenie?" Newt asked, tearing you from your thoughts.

"My name's not Greenie," you grunted, shifting into a more comfortable position. The boy nodded for you to continue. "It's (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N)." Newt just stared at you like you'd just grown a second head.

"(Y/N) (L/N)..." he echoed, gazing at you like he was searching for something, and your expression would tell him. You liked hearing him say your name with his accent.