Wonderwall (The Maze Runner, Newt)

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(A/N: I'm updating a few days early yay)

"Are you sure he's just not running late?" She asked the group of boys.

Newt shook his head. "He's never late. Ever."

Bree looked down at her plate. "He'll be fine.. He's Minho."

Thomas sighed. "I just don't want to lose my Bestfriend."

Chuck started choking on his food. "I though I was your bestfriend, Thomas!"

"You are, Chuck. I'm just saying, I don't want to lose him." Thomas replied.

"It'll be okay, Tommy." Newt said quietly.

Bree wasn't sure if he was actually reassuring Thomas, or himself.

"He'll be back." She told them confidently.

Minho was smart. He wouldn't get lost in the maze. If he wasn't back soon, then that means something bad happened.

She hoped it wasn't a griever.

Thomas got up and walked away, obviously bothered with the situation.

Newt got up too, and walked off.

Bree sighed as Chuck got up and ran off after Thomas.

She felt that she shouldn't bother Newt, even though she was deeply bothered as well.

Minho was everyone's friend, even if he was a sarcastic shank.

She put her elbow on the table and rested her chin on her hand, then she felt someone sit next to her.

She looked up to surprisingly see Graham.

"Hi, Bree." He said.

Bree didn't answer, she was too hung up on this Minho thing.

"Are you going to answer me?" He asked her.

Bree sighed and looked up at him.

"Sorry, I just don't feel like talking." She told him.

"We don't have to talk." Graham said as he leaned in and connected his lips with hers.

Bree pulled away immediately and smacked him across the face.

"What the hell?! What's wrong with you?" She whisper yelled at him.

Bree glanced around and hoped she wasn't making a scene.

"Oh, come on. You know you liked it." Graham said.

Bree shook her head. "I most certainly did not like it."

Graham sighed. "Come on, don't be like that."

Why was this guy being a jerk all of a sudden?

"Why don't you don't be like that? I thought we were fine as friends and now you go and kiss me?" She asked.

Graham laughed then pulled her out of her seat and began walking towards the deadheads.

"I've always liked you. Now we can go have some fun." He said slyly.

She realized what he was talking about.

"You disgust me." She told him bitterly and Graham just laughed.

This probably scared her even more than her run in with the griever and the other monster combined.

So, she did the only thing she could think about. She screamed.

Graham immediately tried to shut her up, while walking faster to the deadheads, through the trees.

"Stop screaming! You'll love it!" He told her.