you and newt hated each other. with every fiber in you're being, with every burning passion from the bottom of you're heart; you hated each other. even being the only girl in the glade, and him being one of the most caring gladers there is, you'd think you'd get along, be friends, even?

but no, the second you locked eyes with newt after stepping out of that box, you hated one other, even if neither of you had a real reason why. you just did.

that's how it was, that's how it'd always be.

at least, you thought.

during the bonfire night for the new greenie, thomas, some of the other gladers asked you to join them in the forest, away from the strong smell of moonshine and comforting warmth of the fire. tou weren't sure why, but, you agreed, walking with gally and the other builders into the forest.

you were led to the familiar small pond near the mapping hut, something that not many gladers actually knew about, but something you found comfort in, when you were getting teased by the other boys a little too much, or simply another row with newt over nothing.

next thing you know, you've been shoved in the pond by gally and the others, who were all laughing their heads off, doubling over in hysterics as you coughed and spluttered, shaking uncontrollably and drenched in water. you let out a loud yelp when being pushed in, causing some other gladers to run through the forest at the sudden scream.

obviously, newt came, being his usual second-in-command self, and a flash of; well, something crossed his eyes when he saw the scene, and without casting the others a glance, he followed after you in the water, wrapping an arm over you're shoulders and asking too many questions.

after yelling at gally and the others, like, a lot, you were now half-laying in newts lap right beside the fire, a blanket wrapped around you in an attempt to dry the water off. his arms were wrapped around you're body carefully, his nose buried in you're damp hair rested on his lap, not that he minded, he was still pretty soaked through himself.