𝑳𝒂𝒃𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒉 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 - ᴀ ᴍᴀᴢᴇ ʀᴜɴɴᴇʀ ꜰᴀɴꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ

𝟸𝟹 - 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗

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For some reason, Gally's warning about the thing where he said 'no one can know' got to me, so I never actually told anyone, even Newt, Thomas, or Minho.

I never knew what he meant, but I knew it was risky to tell anyone.

As if something bad would happen if someone knew about it.

"Enjoy your meal, ma Bel." Frypan smiled, his cheery demeanor lifted up my spirits as he handed me my lunch.

"Ma Bel?" I frowned, almost letting out a snort.

"Yup, you heard that right. Just heard that from some French dude around here. Dunno what it means but Bel is for 'rebel'." He held his chin up and extended his thumb at me, as if proud of what he said. "More of them boys are slowly warming up to you after you managed to escape the Griever and returned in one piece while the doors were closing in on you!" Frypan happily added.

By the time he added that, the others started to gather around me as I just stood there at the counter, facing Frypan.

"You were amazing, Wren!"

"How did you manage that?"

"It was awesome, really. So admirable."

"Kinda hot too."

"Did you see when Minho reached for her?"

"Oh, god. Absolutely! How could I not miss that?"

"You weren't stung, right?"

"You were so cool, like a true rebel!"

Their voices crowded me, closing in as I tried to reach a table. I couldn't see past them—they were too tall, too loud, and I was seconds away from losing it, until someone lost it for me.

"Oi! Don't go blocking her way now, or you'll get poisoned with her tongue. Either that, or my fist marks on your faces like what Pete has."

The Gladers grunted and started to scatter back to their tables. I turned to the blonde boy sitting with Thomas across from him.

He glanced back up at me before rolling his eyes. I thought he was being serious when I noticed a slight curve on the corner of his mouth as he stifled a chuckle.

That's when I knew we were alright.

Thomas greeted me with a wave, but did not bother to look at me as he was busy finishing his food, which seemed to be his third portion.

"Don't worry, he's like that. One portion of Fry's meals isn't enough for him." Newt muttered to me, and I replied with a chuckle.

A moment of silence took over before I turned to him, "Are you still mad?"

He sighed and placed his fork down, "Look, I'm not mad– well, yes, I was. Furious even. But do you think I can actually stay mad at you?"

I couldn't help but smile warmly. "But why did you avoid me?" I asked softly.

"Because I was hurt, Bird. I couldn't fathom the fact that I might've lost you that night. And without even saying goodbye–" He looked away when his voice cracked.

Newt was crying. The Newt.

"I don't know what I would do if you didn't make it in time. If you couldn't get past those doors." He faced me again, his eyes glossy.

I looked down at my hands, feeling guilty for the worry I caused him, "I'm sorry, I really am."

He took a deep breath in reply before I added, "I didn't think about how disgusting it would be if I got squished by it." I snorted, and I felt daggers shooting right at me.