you and newt never got along. enemies - that was the first word that came to mind when people asked you what you and newt were. he didn't seem to even want to be nice to you. there was just something about you that drove him mad. if it was your sarcasm, your voice, how you got along with everyone, you had no clue. he'd probably never tell you - unless he was drunk, that is.

bonfire night, the day every glader looked forward to. no work on afternoons, the moonshine - gally's secret recipe -, the random games you guys made up. it was all fun, way better than being stuck doing chores in the glade all day. so, naturally, when the new greenie, thomas came up from the box as the gladers called it, you were excited. and so were the others.

however, you didn't expect to get drunk. drunk to the point that you somehow ended up in the grass with newt behind you, his arms around your waist as you both looked up at the stars. he smiled at you, looking at you rather than the stars in the dark sky.

resting comfortably, you jolted awake when you heard minho's voice.

"what are you two, dating?" minho teased, thomas giggling as he looked down at you.

newt groaned - that was when you realized that you fell asleep on him. whatever happened last night, you couldn't remember.

"my head hurts," newt complained, voice raspy. "how drunk was i?"

thomas shrugged, sitting down next to you and newt. minho did the same, smirking. "drunk enough," was all that minho managed to say, not elaborating further.