𝐒𝐩𝐲 𝐈𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐚𝐥 ✭ TMR Love Triangle

49 - "I Wasn't Staring At Your Lips"

I locked myself up in my hut, crawling deep under the blankets and planning on never getting out. Everything was so awful. Horrible, terrible, depressing.. whatever. A spy, a spy, a spy.. that's what I am. A traitor!

Steal food supplies.

Give me a break, jeez! I yelled back to the annoying voice. I wasn't going to steal anything else. Shuck their stupid consequences, it couldn't get worse anyways! Stupid place.

I sobbed quietly, and again, into my pillow. Not as comfortable as a shoulder to cry on, but I didn't feel like making contact with Newt or any other Glader. But sadly, there was a knock on the door.

"Janey?" Chuck innocently asked. "Minho and Newt told me to get you for dinner."

"I'm not hungry." I sniffed. "Sorry, Chuck."

Chuck sighed. "Newt says you have to eat."

"He can't decide for me." I snapped back. It sounded meaner than I meant it to sound.

Chuck hesitated since he didn't talk for a few seconds. "And he wants to know what's going on. I do too."

"It's nothing."

"If it's nothing you wouldn't lock yourself up in our hut," Chuck argued, sounding sterner than before. "And-."

"Just leave for a second, Chuck!" I interrupted without thinking straight.

"And Newt is right here." Chuck lowered his voice. "I'll leave then."

Even more tears streamed down my face when I heard the sadness of me snapping to Chuck in his voice. "Love?"

"Leave, Newt," I ordered. "I don't feel like talking."

Newt sighed loud enough for me to hear. "I got you some food. You really have to eat, love. Can I please come in?"

I bit my lip and didn't reply, so Newt kept bugging.

"You don't have to talk about it. I'm just gonna bring the food and calm you down, okay? You don't have to say what's going on." Newt carefully said. "Can I come in?"

I wiped my nose and opened the door. "Your convincing skills are too good."

Newt gave me a half smile but then turned sad. "Come on." He took my hand and placed me on the bed again. Sparks of electricity shot through my body at his touch, but I ignored it.
"Here." Newt handed me a cup of soup. "Go on. Eat."

I smiled weakly and started eating, embarrassed that Newt just sat there and watched me. "Why do you want me to eat so badly?" I blurted out.

Newt's face fell for a second. "Oh, because if you don't eat.. you die, right? Everyone's gotta eat."

Newt didn't convince me at all, but I just nodded, though something told me he had different reasons. "Did you eat?"

"I ate, love."

I had to hold my laughter at what Newt said, so put a hand on my mouth. "Are you choking? What's so funny?"

"You said you ate." I giggled.

Newt furrowed his eyebrows. "I don't think I know what's so funny about that."

I bit my lip to not laugh even louder at Newt's absurd face. "When someone does something great or impressive, you can say 'you ate'."

Newt looked even more confused. "What?"

"Never mind." I chuckled. Well, he definitely cheers me up by only talking.

"So Chuck ate the soap?" Newt frowned deeply, rubbing his chin.

I smiled even brighter. "Now you're just saying that Chuck ate soap."