chasing hearts.

Fifty boys and one girl? How will she ever cope? And yes... this is about my love for Newt <3


7. Hope.

The next morning i wake to the feel of soft breathing against the back of my neck, 

And then I remember.

"Hey, psst, Newt wake up!" I whisper in his ear. I turn around and move my right wrist out comfortably as he cracks one eyelid open. He stares blankly at me for a few moments af if he's struggling to remember the late night dare, then raises one eyebrow,

"Mornin' Greenie!" He chuckles, "Just forgot what happened last night... Got really confused. But then remembered oh yeah! Late night dares, Hahah!" He laughs of the awkward environment and gets up dragging we up with him.

"Lets get this over with shall we?"

I roll my eyes. "I am NOT that bad." 

"True. But your not that good either." I whack him on the head as he laughs profusely "Joking! Joking!" He yells.

"Come on loser, lets go."

"Loser huh?"

I laugh "Sorry shank."

He rolls his eyes as we make our way to the group of awake gladers.

"Morning shuck-faces!" Newt exclaims

"Morning Shank." Laughs Thomas. "How did you sleep last night?" He grins in my general direction. "Good?"

"Shut up Tommy." Huffs Newt. "Shouldn't you be in the maze?" He says pointedly.

"Nope, Minho gave me the day off."

"Lucky shank."

"Yup, but YOU on the other hand have 'duties to for-fill'." He mimes air quoting, quoting Newt from last night.

"Well?" Thomas says, "get on with it ya lazy shank!" He Smiles jokingly. 

"Have fun Greenie."




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