Listen ~ The Maze Runner ~ Newt

24 ~ Teresa

Dani's P.O.V

Throughout breakfast, Teresa was on the edge of her seat trying to find Thomas. I felt so guilty watching her because she cared about this boy so deeply but I had to lie to her and just say he probably slept in. I couldn't tell her right now either because I know that she is going to flip out when she finds out that he is in The Maze, and I can't survive that amount of attention being brought onto me right now.

"T, hey. Just calm, I'm sure he is in the monitor room waiting for us. He probably slept in then decided to skip breakfast." I say to the girl again, reaching my hand across the table to hold onto hers. "But then he would have missed two meals, and both you and I know he won't do that on his own free will. If he misses a meal he will usually march right up to Melissa and beg the woman to make him something. Something isn't right here." She frowns, pulling her hand back so she can cross her arms over her chest.

"I know, so let's go and see if he is in the monitor room and if he is ok." I tell her finally, looking to Aimee for her approval which she gives me with a nod of her head. We both look to Teresa who is still frowning, and stand ourselves up, gesturing for her to do the same. She does reluctantly and the three of us make our way out of the cantine, giving me a split second to wave goodbye to Melissa, which she returns happily and mouthes 'Good Luck!'

As we walk down the now all too familiar hallways, a thousand things rush through my mind. From now until later this afternoon, we are going to be running our asses off, worrying a fuck ton and then there is the three bigger points of telling Teresa the news, getting out of the facility with ease and getting out with Teresa with us because there is a good chance that she is going to flip out and refuse to listen to us after we tell her where Thomas is and will be going.

Step by step, we inch closer to the door, until the three of us are stood outside of it awkwardly, me standing in the way of the door so Teresa couldn't get in just yet.

"Dani? What's going on? Is everything ok?" She asks, her eyes scanning my frame in confusion. I press my lips together and look to the floor, a cough vibrating through my throat as I quickly process any words to say to the girl.

"Um... No. Not exactly..." I murmur, unsure if Teresa actually heard me but when her eyebrows knit together I know she has heard. "What do you mean? What's wrong?" She asks, placing her hand on my arm which I gently brush off, feeling too guilty for her sympathy. "I haven't exactly been telling you the exact truth... I know why Thomas was acting weird yesterday morning, and it has something to do with what you are about to see in there..." I trail off, my eyes darting to Aimee who was looking sheepishly at her feet as well.

"Danielle, you're scaring me. What's wrong?" Teresa asks, a little bit of annoyance seeping into her voice. I take one last breath and just spit it out, though I am shoved out of the way of the door by the end of my sentence.

"Thomas is in The Glade."

Teresa shoves the door open and rushes up to the monitors, seeing what she had feared ever since Newt was taken from me. Aimee and I follow her into the room quickly, and Aimee is frantic to slam the door shut behind us, a silent preperation for Teresa's outburst that was bound to happen in a few seconds.

"No... No! No! NO! This can't be happening!!" Teresa screams, watching Thomas intently as he marched across the open field of The Glade, most of the Gladers on his tail. "T, it's ok..." I coo, walking towards the girl with open arms ready to comfort her.

"NO IT'S NOT! And you knew about this. Didn't you!?" She screams, the tears wobbling on the edges of her eyelids. Her head whips round to face me, fury embedded in her features as she scowled at me. "You knew..." She whispers after I nod my head, and clasps her hand to her mouth, a strangled sob falling from her lips as her spare hand grips the nearby chair.

"Why didn't you tell me?!" She screams, falling to her knees on the floor. "Teresa, I wanted to. I really did, but when Thomas told me he was going he made me promise not to tell you." I tell her sadly, crouching down to the floor to try and console her the best I can.

"Why would he do that..?" She mumbles as she lets out a high-pitched wail. "Because you couldn't know about the plan before it was time to go." I tell her, knowing that that wouldn't make any sense to her right now, but I was going to get to that now. "What plan!?" She bellows, the anger rushing back into her body.

"The plan to get all the Gladers out of The Maze..." I whisper to her, seeing enough of a break in her anger to move closer to her and sit myself right next to her. "After I got sent into the Glade, Thomas and Elijah worked their asses off to try and find a way to get me back out again, along with the other Gladers. They were just finalizing their plan when Elijah was taken earlier than they had expected, and Thomas couldn't do anything by himself." I tell Teresa, thankful that her small breakdown had worn her down enough to be listening to me right now.

I take her hand in mine and link our fingers together, which was a thing her and I always did while we comforted the other. "Then you found out I was getting back out again and Thomas sought to finalize the plan by himself so that when I got back I could help him carry it out. It was only a coincidence that sometime after that he over-heard that he was going to be leaving after I got back, so that meant everything fell into place for him."

Teresa frowns through her tears and sniffs, listening intently to what I was saying. "I took him to the Box after breakfast yesterday and sent him up to the Glade, and I was fortunate enough to get him to the surface without having to swipe his memories. From there he used the serum you gave me, to give Elijah his memories back and now the Gladers are all getting ready to leave The Glade today."

The girl beside me grows more confused, a little amount of anger and sadness mixing their way into the expression too. "But-" She starts, her bottom lip quivering. "Hey, shh. It's ok. They aren't leaving without us. We have everything packed and ready in bags so that when Thomas gives us the signal we can get out of here and run to the exit to wait for them." Something flickers on Teresa's face, and she starts to push herself off the floor, furiously wiping away her tears.

"Why didn't he want to tell me about it?" She asks somewhat angrily, after a few minutes of silence. She sits herself in Thomas' chair and looks at me expectantly, while Aimee quietly makes her way behind me to her own seat to watch the talk Thomas, Alby and some of the other keepers were giving to the Gladers.

"He couldn't. You're too close to my mother, and if she saw any form of different behaviour from you then she would figure everything out before we could get anywhere close to getting out of here. Plus, Thomas knew that when you found out he was leaving that you'd flip out and get annoyed at Paige, which would mean you two wouldn't be as close as before and we needed you two to be working together so that we could sneak around as much as we could without being detected."

Teresa nods her head and clicks her tongue, understanding. "I understand, but that doesn't make me any less mad at him for making me freakout and start to think I was never going to see him again." She says defiantly, and I nod my head. "I don't think he'd expect anything less of you." I say, hoping she'd be a bit happier to take the joke. But she just stays quiet.

I sit down in my own chair in between my friends and reach under the desk, pulling the three bags out and onto the wood in front of me. "Aimee, here's your bag." I say to her, handing one of the bags to Aimee who was trying her best to stay quiet until Teresa was herself again (not that I blame her for completely flipping out).

"T?" I ask softly, grabbing the darker hair girls attention. She looks to me with a forced smile and nods her head. "You mind carrying a bag until we reach the exit?" I ask her calmly, smiling more as I see her nod her head again. I hand her the other unlabelled bag and place my own on my lap, looking in the side pockets just to make sure all my pills were still there.

I let out a deep breath as I count them all, counting 5, and close the pockets again.