The Maze Runner: One-Shots

Unfortunate Apparel (Newt)

*This takes place in the Scorch Trials when Jorge finds the group and hangs them upside down to keep them detained*

"Wait, please, Jorge," you beg. "I'm wearing a skirt. If you hang us upside down its going to fall!"

"Sorry Hermana!" He wound the wheel and soon everyone was hanging upside down and you yelped as your skirt started to fall past your knees.

Jorge left the room with an amused laugh and you tried to hold your skirt upright. The edges were falling over your hands but your arms were long enough that if you held it just right, it would only fall down to your mid-thigh.

"Minho I told you this skirt was a bad idea!" You groan and hold the fabric tightly.

"How was I supposed to know we'd be upside down? Besides it's not my fault you ripped your pants. Honestly you're lucky we found that thing in the pile of clothes at the shelter," Minho pointed out. You knew he was right but that still didn't take care of your situation right now.

You knew it was only a matter of time before your arms became too tired to hold it upright, and you panicked. What could you do? You had nothing to keep it upright, and if it fell, well, let's just say the boy Gladers would get to know a whole lot more of you than you'd planned. It wasn't exactly an ideal outcome.

Newt was to the left of you, his arms above his head and softly swaying. His cheeks were red and he kept glancing at your legs.

"Newt!" You scolded. He tried to look anywhere else but you were right in front of him. What could he do?

"Sorry! You're right there, it's not like I have anywhere else to look!" Newt still felt bad and wished he could help you somehow.

You groaned again and your arms began to burn. This was ridiculous! You made a mental note to go after Jorge once you did get on your feet. Skirt or no skirt, you were gonna show him how mad you were.

Newt caught Frypan looking at your legs and shot him a glare. Maybe the glare would've done something about his staring if his eyes were glued elsewhere.

"Fry," Newt warned. "You don't stop your bloody staring and I'll make sure you're not able to look when we get down from here."

Frypan quickly looked away and the other Gladers chuckled.

"Hey same goes for all of you shanks," Newt announced.

You sighed and nodded your thanks to him. He nodded and tried to turn his head so you weren't in his view. It wasn't very successful, but you at least appreciated the gesture.

"Minho," you said and the boy looked to your eyes. "I swear if you look one more time I'm making you wear this skirt instead."

He was quiet for a moment and pursed his lips. "I'd do it."

"Of course you would," you sigh. Why? Why did it have to be all boys? If they were girls then maybe they'd understand and have a little sympathy for you instead of trying to catch a glimpse. But was it so hard to look away and just respect you?

Jorge entered the room again with Brenda and started laughing so hard he was leaning on his knees for support.

"See? I told you it was somethin' else!" The man laughed. Brenda looked to see what he was talking about. When she spotted you, she turned to Jorge and threw her arms to the side.

"What the heck, Jorge? Are you serious?" Brenda let a frustrated sigh out and marched over to the wheel that kept them suspended.

"Hey hey hey! Wait now. I want to see how long she can hold it." Jorge breathed deeply and chuckled. "It's been a while since I've laughed like this."

"It's not funny," Brenda argued. "It's mean. And stupid. And I will hit you." She glared at him until he realized she was serious and he nodded.

"Fine then, take them down." Jorge left the room, still chuckling and closed the door behind him.

Brenda shook her head and sent an apologetic look towards you.

"Thank goodness," you sigh. You didn't know how much longer your arms could stay in that position.

Brenda turned the handle, which apparently took a lot of effort, and lowered the group to the ground. You start to untie your feet first, though bending your knees slid your skirt up too. Brenda rushed over with a knife to help you.

Once you were on your feet again, you walk over to Minho after thanking Brenda.

Minho stands and looks at you with a cautious expression.

"What?" He asks.

"You said you'd do it," you say simply.

His eyes go wide and he laughs nervously. "I-I don't think that's such a great idea..."

The other boys start laughing and cheering him on.

"Come on," you say and motion to the empty bathrooms. "I'm taking your pants, and you're wearing this skirt."