your one true love, newt. finally dating, no need to worry over eachother. or so you thought.

running, trying to help minho with carrying alby, you couldn't make it out of the maze in time. the doors closed, now even thomas trapped inside with you. what an idiot, you thought. no one wanted to be a runner, so did he? was thomas going crazy?

"great, we're dead. there's no way we're making it out."

"shut it, minho," you snapped. your loud voice was enough to attract the griever. getting chased by the griever wasn't anything you ever wanted to experience. and the other certainly didn't want to experience that either.

"well, now we're dead. thank you."

"you're welcome," you grumble, running with the other runners, glaring at minho.

you, minho, thomas and alby were now hiding in the maze, under some vines and whatever you found, hoping it'd be big enough for all of you to hide in. just don't get stung.. stay safe, stay with them.

newt was just laying in his hut, bored and terrified out of his mind, thinking of different 'what if' scenarios. what if you got stung? what if you died? what if he'd never see you again? but what if you came back, alive and well? no, that had to be bullshit. no one ever came out of the maze alive after spending the whole night in it.

but then when he, and the other gladers were waiting for the squad to return from the maze, you and the three behind you made your way back into the glade. you were met with newt kissing your cheek, asking you a ton of questions. too many for your mind to comprehend, since you were still in shock that thomas managed to kill a griever.. the first time anyone ever did that.

thomas was being scolded by gally, alby was rushed to the med-jack's hut. minho was just being minho. and you? well- not too suprisingly, you were led into the homestead, carried like a princess by none other than newt, of course.

"seriously, are you okay? nothing happened, right?" he asked again, placing you down on his bed, handing you a blanket so you wouldn't freeze to death.