Relatshionships? Never heard of them.

You didn't have the time, nor the energy, patience; to handle a relatshionship with everything else going on in the Glade— and by everything else, I mean being the first-in-command, the only girl, and finally letting Gladers in the Maze.

It was stressful, to say the least; sure, when Alby gave up his first-in-command job for you with a soft smile and kind words, something along the lines of, "you're the one who deserves to take the lead" or something like that, it seemed amazing at first. Plus, it got the guys to lay off constantly teasing and flirting with you.

Well, you thought it would. If anything, it happened more often, having to yell at them or threaten a night in the Slammer just to get them to lay off for the first few weeks as first-in-command— along with finally setting up a group of runners brave enough to begin to explore the Maze, and, again, being the only girl, the only girl in charge was taking a toll on you.

Which is why relatshionships were the thing farthest in you're mind right now.

Which is also why you kept downplaying this little thing you and Newt had going on.

You had spent forever working you're way up, proving yourself to a group of almost twenty boys in this hell-hole, and you weren't about to let some blonde British with a charming smile ruin that for you. Not now, not ever— so, you downplayed it. Telling yourself it was no big deal, just a little distraction, especially considering Newt was second-in-command.

So, now, when you're going on about whatever in the homestead after calling a meeting, Chucks innocent tone snapped you out of you're rambling. “Why has Newt got his arm around you?”

This causes you to look beside you where you saw Newt with one arm wrapped around you're waist in a gentle side-hug and casual expression.

“We're dating; anyways,” You began you're rant once more, before scoffing and rolling you're eyes at the boys' reactions, not to mention Minho murmuring to Gally about how he owes him a bottle of moonshine.