New Girl

WARNING:**There may be spoilers from the Maze Runner trilogy.** After Theresa, the first girl to ever come to the Maze, came, another girl came to the Maze. Her name was Alexandra. She was the next Runner. She would fit in with the rest of the Gladers perfectly. But, one would stick out to her. He would care about her, hurt her, confuse her, and show her right from wrong in the Glade. Do these two have a past outside of the Maze? And is there hope for them inside a Maze full of lies?

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3. A Bad Fall/ What Have I Done?

Alexandra:

After the pile of Thomas stops moving, I take a step back. I look at him, with a small pool of blood near his face.

I am ashamed.

As I fall to the ground, I only put out one hand to break the fall. But that's not enough to stop me. I hit the dirt hard. My hand bends underneath my body as my weight is pulled down. I can hear a snap when my head hits.

Before I fade to black, I see a golden figure running towards me.

Newt:

As Alexandra brings her heel down on Thomas's back, I smile. I knew she would win.

Then, she falls, her brown hair covering her face. I hear a snap and bolt out of my seat. I run to her and put her in my arms.

She lets out a moan and then becomes limp in my arms. I yell for the medjacks to come get her, bring her to the tent. The crowd stands in awe.

The rest is a blur. They come and take her to the tent. I don't follow. I just walk in the other direction, back to the Name Wall. I think of what a terrible decision I made. Now all the Gladers know. I care about the Greenie.

I don't care about Alexandra. I need to make that image clear. The Gladers can't know. Only I can know.

***

When everyone else goes to bed, I sneak out of my hammock and go to the medical tent. No one is there except for Gally, Thomas, and Alexandra.

I sneak to the side of her cot and grab her hand. It's warm. I put it up to my nose and take in her scent. She smells like cocoanuts. Maybe she came from an island.

I put her hand down and look at her hair. It's flowing next to her head. I take a piece of it and rub it between my fingers. So soft.

I want to have her. Bottle her up and keep her forever where she can't get hurt. I want to put her somewhere where no harm can come to her. I want to protect here.

"Bloody hell." I whisper. Now I've got a true problem.

I lean down to her ear and softly say, "Alexandra, I don't want anyone to know, but I care about you. I want you to be okay. I don't want these Shanks to beat you up. If you can hear me, meet me at the edge of the forest tomorrow night. I can't tell you anything in public."

As I walk out to go back to bed, I look back at her. A smile has crawled onto her face.

Alexandra:

As I gain consciousness, I can hear someone next to me. They sit down. I don't want to open my eyes. I am still unconscious.

Whoever it is, reaches for my hand and holds it. They rub their thumb along the back and I know right away who it is.

Newt.

After a minute or two, he puts my hand back down and grabs a piece of my hair. He rubs it between his fingers. Then, he suddenly drops the piece and whispers Bloody Hell.

I want to comfort him, not act dead. But I can't now.

Then, I can feel him lean down next to my ear. "Alexandra, I don't want anyone to know, but I care about you. I want you to be okay. I don't want these Shanks to beat you up. If you can hear me, meet me at the edge of the forest tomorrow night. I can't tell you anything in public."

I smile. He cares about me. He wants to meet tomorrow.

Yes, Newt. I'll see you tomorrow night.

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