Maze Runner Imagines And Preferences

ONE DAY~NEWT

A/n: In this imagine, Teresa called Wicked a week after they had reached the right arm camp.

Y/n was never one for emotions. She was terrifying to anyone near her, so she never really had any friends. The gladers met her after Minho was hit by lightning, when she entered the warehouse with Brenda. She was like one of Jorge's daughters, even though he had only took her in three years before all this. He never really knew her, no one did. Still, he felt a strange urge to protect her, which he had. Her face was always emotionless and her eyes stone-cold. 

One particular glader had grown a strange attachment towards her: Newt. He never told anyone, but wasn't too clever hiding it. His best friends could clearly see the young Brit's longing stares or his offers of help towards the girl. They too, like everyone else believed in the mask she had plastered on her face, the person she wanted everyone to know. But, Newt didn't fall for it. Behind, the cold-lacking of emotion eyes he could see, her hollow soul. He knew all about the look she gave, every time someone tried to help her. He could remember that look everywhere. He remembered it perfectly. He remembered giving them.

It was not long before his friends confronted him about it, advising him to stay away from the girl. Any sane person would have listened and backed off, but during that time nothing felt right to him, except her. His brain begged him to not do anything before they finally reach safe haven. He ignored it. He ignored every warning gaze almost everyone gave him, as he walked towards her. They were in right arm's camp right now. Thanks to Thomas, Brenda was temporarily cured and they were allowed to stay. 

He slowly walked towards her, slightly gulping. Her eyes went wide in alarm as she heard footsteps, her hands flying towards her weapon and she turned around. His eyes widened in shock as he saw a pocket knife pointed towards him. Lightly smiling, he said, "Hey." 

He watched her stare at him like he was an alien, and eventually nodded in acknowledgment. He mentally sighed in relief. 

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you there." He chuckled nervously, while her face remained emotionless. But Newt could have sworn he saw a ghost of smile wanting to  take over her face. 

"What do you want?" She asked diverting her gaze back to her work.

What did he want? He asked himself thinking about all the possible outcomes of things he could be doing right now, rather than this. But Newt was the kind of guy who believed in people, and unfortunately, he had started believing in the beautiful girl who was sat in front of him. He didn't know her, but at the same time did. It didn't make any sense, but in all honesty, nothing did at that time. 

He stared at her speechless for half a minute, his mind and body completely frozen . He stammered a bit not really able to say something. After a minute, she looked at him with annoyance plastered on her face.

"If you don't have anything to say, leave." She hissed. He finally was able to function again and almost immediately he said,

"No no no. I-I just wanted to say, um" He paused "You should sit with us at dinner today. I'm sure my friends would be glad." She stared blankly at him, not saying anything. "I mean, if it's alright with you." She continued to stare expressionless at him. Her eyes flickered an unreadable emotion, and it felt as though she'd almost accept his little offer. Almost.

After what felt like hours to Newt, but were merely seconds, the anxiety slowly building up caused it to give his stomach a small churn. He bit his nails hard, waiting for her to reject him. 

"No." She said and turned back to her work, giving him a glare which was his cue to leave.

One day. He thought