You Hurt Me~ Newt Fan Fiction ~

~ The Note ~

My heart basically ripped to shreds after hearing him say those words. To think he would make up a lie and accuse me for it.

"Yeah- well I am not the only one that has been keeping secrets here!" I shouted. As soon sa the words left my mouth, I regret it. I sigh, grabbing my bow and heading off to Frypan's kitchen.

A crowd has already milled around in the dining hall, I find a place in line and grab a metal tray. The line quickly deteriorated. I smiled at the older cook as he spooned a small portion of Lamb Stew on my tray. I could smell the lovely smells wafting through the air.

"Thanks Frypan! You know I love Lamb Stew." I complimented and headed off searching for a vacant spot on a table. I found on next to Thomas which he thankfully preserved for me. I smiled as I slid my plate against the granite surface.

"Boo!" I exclaimed. He practically choked on a Lamb piece, not expecting me to show up. I chuckled picking up my fork.

"Wow. You sure going to carry that thing everywhere." Thomas observed his eyes landing on the bow secured on my back. I giggled, chewing on a lamb piece.

"You are damn right I am!" I emphasised. He grinned as he drunk the orange juice from the small carton Frypan offers to each Glader.

"So did you and Newt sort it out?" He asked sincerely and my smile faulted . How can he? Lie about Hunter to get me to believe him? I am seriously contemplating wether to dump him if our relationship is already gonna be ruined because of whatever Newt's doing behind my back.

"Allie!" Thomas voice brings me back to reality. I jerk my head shaking the daydream.

"I'm sorry what?" I asked desperately.

"I take it you might have a death wish?" He grinned folding his arms. I furrow my eyebrows, looking at him expectedly.

"You have been stabbing that peice of lamb like it is trying to kill you." He chuckled. I looked down.

My fork was injected into the lamb and I could see scars if previous fork jabs. It looked like a vampire had injected his teeth into its fleshy skin. I laughed.

"Yeah-I'm sorry. Talking with Newt didn't go so well." I shook my head, trying to clear the memory.

He raised his eyebrows curiously. But his face softened. His hand brushed my shoulder.

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asks sincerely. I shook my head continuing to eat my stew.

"Hey well- the Glade is having a Bonfire tonight as a celebration of you guys almost getting killed but not getting killed and I was wondering if you could be my date." He rushed.

I almost choked on my rice. I literally stopped chewing to look at his face to see if he was smiling his cheesy smile to show he is joking.His face was serious with a small hint of a smile.

"As friends of course." He added quickly. I almost sighed with relief- that would be awkward.

"Sure Tom. I will go with you! Just tell me when it is." I smiled. This will be fun. He nodded. It was at 8pm and will be going to 10pm. So that was two hours of avoiding Newt I think I could pull it off. Suddenly, I spot Minho and I wait till he comes to our table. He sits in front of Thomas.

"Hey Minho." I greeted.

"Hey Al. " He smiled. He seemed to be normal again. I smile to myself.

"Hey Minho- what's the time?" I asked craning over to spot the face of his watch.

"Nighttime." He sassily called out earning a few whistles. I rolled my eyes in usion with Thomas.

"No shank- like actually what time as in clock." I explained slowly like how you would explain something to a child. He pouted but then showed me thale face of his watch. It glowed green against te black. 7:45pm. I gasp.

I stand up quickly. I half-run and half-walk to the bin. My trash flies into the bin easily and I slam my tray on te dirty, washing pile.

"I only have 15 minutes to get ready!" I called out while exiting the kitchen. I run to my hammock/ bed. A box lays lodged under the high-hanging teal hammock. I reach and and grab it finders enclosing on items. I dig through my clothe options before I find one that matches who I am.

Black skinny jeans with horizontal jagged rips on the pant legs, glossy, furry white sweater and a silver heart necklace, that has inscribed letters on it. I examine the locket trying desperately to pry it with my bitten-nails. Finally it cracks open. A note floats and lands on the ground near my feet.

I pick it up and my hear literally stops.

Dear Alex,

I know once you are reading this- you will have forgotten me. If you have remembered who I am, I had convinced them to let me send the locket. They agreed but tested the locket for any weapons. They don't know I wrote this and I am hoping you do get this message as I am counting on you. I know how these trails end and I will fight them until they reunite us. Only trust me- no one else. I might see you soon babe. I love you so much and I hope we met again.

Hunter