1. FIGHTER - the maze runner, newt

Chapter 6

Time of the Season - The Zombies
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Brown-eyes didn't say a single thing.

All he did was gawk around at the new surroundings. I couldn't blame him. Though, as much as I tried to push the thought away, it kept reeling back—I knew him from somewhere.

The boy's gaze began to scan the Gladers. He observed Minho, Alby, Newt, Chuck, then me.

He froze, looking at me with furrowed brows and perplexed eyes. I hope it's because I'm the only female here.

He stared at my face for a second longer before looking over to the other Gladers, but as the boy continued to scan the others, he kept sneaking confused or curious glances at me.

I guess I'm just that attractive. I thought sarcastically, shifting uncomfortable as he peered at me again.

"Hey, Ame. Looks like the Creators decided to be generous 'nd send ya some clothes. Got one box for ya." Jack claimed, while he and a few of the other Gladers pulled out the crates from the Box. They all seemed suspicious, casting each other weird questioning looks before glancing over at the Greenie in bewilderment.

"Sweet." I nodded, feeling the brown-eyes watching me.

While the boy continued to snap his neck in every direction to get a good look at Glade, Alby called me over.

I gave him a quick nod, before brushing past a few Gladers to reach Alby and Newt feeling slightly nervous at what their assumptions are of this whole situation.

The two of them grabbed my arms and pulled me away from the group, gaining a few odd glances from some Gladers around. I tried waving them off like everything is fine, trying to be nonchalant—despite my internal concern.

They hauled me away from the group and the Box, Newt clutching my right arm gently while Alby's was more firm. My shoulders were tense at their touch, my chest lighting up with anxiety. I probably had the most uncomfortable expression on my face, while I struggled to keep my feet from stumbling over one another.

Once we were far enough away from the Gladers, they loosened their grips and paused in their tracks. I awkwardly shuffled around to face them with a incredulous look, while my insides were screaming with anxious pins-and-needles.

"What can I help you with, gentlemen?" I spoke with a blank face, my words full of sarcasm as I placed my hands delicately onto my hips.

Alby rolled his eyes, clearly not impressed by my behavior.

"Shuck it, Greenbean," Alby growled before sneering at me, "Does the newbie look familiar to you?"

"Wow, you're clearly not beating around the bush now, are you?" I crossed my arms while placing most of my weight onto my left leg, prying my eyes away from the new addition to the Glade.

Procrastination Master over here, ladies and gentlemen. Or more like attempting, wannabe Procrastination Master.

"Ame, this is serious," Newt spoke up, looking at me with soft, stern eyes, "What do you think? Does Greenie look familiar to you?"

The sarcasm left me instantly as I melted at Newt's soft and concerned face. His eyes pleaded for me to cooperate, but not a word came from his lips.

I tried to keep myself from gawking at his gorgeous features, but seeing as he's standing right in front of me, staring into my soul with those chocolate brown eyes; it was definitely hard to contain the drool begging to hang from my lip.