The Maze Runner Imagines

Newt [24]

"Uhhhmm, I don't think I can do this." Newt mumbled under his breath, very anxiously tapping his foot and meddling with the fork in his hands. "Can we just forget it?"

Minho, as gently as his could, despite his burning frustration, slammed his palms on the table. Newt flinched. "If you wanna back out, that's fine. But the repercussions are gonna kill you."

Newt's eyes went wide and his heartbeat quickened. Which, he thought was impossible seeing as how it'd been racing all day. "What'll you do if I don't do it?"

Minho pursed his lips and pondered, pretending he was thinking. He already knew his answer, though. "I'll tell her myself."

"W-What? You wouldn't do that, Minho." Newt hesitated.

"Oh, yes I would." Minho laughed maliciously. "I'm getting real tired of watching you drool everyday and never saying anything to her. Y'know, if you don't get your shuck butt moving, Gally's gonna make a move first."

Apparently the thought of Y/N and Gally struck a nerve with Newt. Because, through a shaky, pale, sweaty frame Newt managed to stand up and depart from the table. The way he strode toward the medjack hut told Minho he was on a mission. The very one he'd been trying to convince Newt to go on for a really...really long time.

"Hey, Newt!" Y/N beamed. It almost sent the boy into cardiac arrest. The girl took a minute to scan over the boy's body to check for any immediate signs of injury, or otherwise. "You hurt? Sick? You look really pale."

"N-No," He stuttered. "I...I just came to tell you that Ireallylikeyou."

Y/N felt her face begin to burn. "You what?"

"Yeah," The boy huffed, his hands intertwined nervously. "Bye." Quickly, he forced a smile on his face, glancing at Y/N before making a speedy departure from the medjack hut.

The place was silent for a few moments. That was, until Jeff screamed in laughter like a hyena. "HA! DID HE REALLY JUST DO THAT?!"

Y/N threw a damp towel across the room, smacking Jeff in the head. He whimpered at the impact.

As Newt limped his way back across the Glade, Minho jogged up beside him, a smug look plastered on his face. "You're redder than the shuck tomatoes you grow, so I'm guessin' you told her?"

"Yeah," Newt admitted. "Happy? Now get out of my bloody hair."

"Oh," The runner took in a deep breath, reaching for Newt's shoulders and shaking them. "I'm so HAPPY!"