13.

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Y/N'S POV:

Suddenly, the doors started to open with a loud rumble as it shook the ground. Me, Thomas, and Minho were all trying to carry Alby over our shoulders to help get him out of there as quickly as possible. We were just about to walk around the corner, when I caught Thomas glancing at me through the corner of my eye.

I took a sharp breath in, distracted by his glance where I dropped the side of Alby almost. I felt more distracted lately, more on alert, I felt like all five of my senses were amplified.

"Y/n, focus please." Minho demanded sternly, trying to even out Alby. I frowned at Minho, for the past couple days it seems like he's been very short with me, and avoiding me. I wasn't sure why, but I hated it, I missed my best friend.

"Sorry." I muttered under my breath as I felt my heartbeat quickening as we walked around the corner where the entrance was.

I glanced up at the opening, seeing Chuck staring at us in pure happiness and cheering. As soon as we heard his yelling, everyone turned around and ran towards us.

We were covered in dirt, bleeding a little, scratches all over us, it was definitely not an easy night.

As soon as we made it back into the glade, we gently placed Alby down, hoping to catch our breaths quickly as we knelt down in front of Alby.

Everyone was asking so many questions, I felt a little overwhelmed, though just as I had opened my mouth to answer I closed it immediately when I noticed Teresa running towards us. Well, she was running towards Thomas.

I rolled my eyes, and forced myself to look anywhere else, but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to look elsewhere.

"Oh my God, Thomas, are you alright?" Teresa practically threw herself on Thomas, hugging him tightly. Thomas gasped, and grunted a bit but hugged her back awkwardly.

I felt a piercing pain in my chest, as I watched her kiss him all over his face. I watched him flinch a bit, and abruptly I grabbed Teresa and threw her off of him.

"Your making everything very crowded, sweety." I smiled innocently sarcastically, as I drew my attention back to Alby, helping Minho pick him up and carry him to Med Jacks.

I noticed Newt right behind us, walking all the way to the hut.

"Did you guys see a griever?" He asked, sounding excited to hear every little detail of our very near death experience. I thought his excitement was very cute, and child-like.

"Yeah, we saw one." I smiled as we gently placed Alby's still body onto the bed for the doctor or whatever to heal him?

"She didn't just see one-"

Newt turned to Minho in confusion, glancing back at me.

"She killed it."

Newts eyes widened, and looked right at me in shock. I smiled awkwardly as I made sure when Alby would wake up, he wouldn't be uncomfortable. I always felt a little awkward when the spotlight was on me for something someone else couldn't easily done just as well.

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I glanced at Newt as I sit beside him against the log, drinking some of Gally's drink. We hadn't spoken too much, we mainly talked about the maze, and what had happened when we were all in there.

I sat with Newt, wanting to distract myself from thinking about Thomas. I didn't feel like talking about what happened between us, I didn't want to talk about my sudden love for him, none of it. However, there was one little topic that was eating me alive.

"So... are Thomas and Teresa, like together now...?" I asked cautiously, not looking at Newt, though I felt his eyes just gaze at me without looking away. Newt just sighed, turning to look at Thomas and Teresa who were sitting beside each other and laughing.

"Honestly, Im not totally sure, but even if they weren't, Im sure they will very soon." Newt admitted after a few moments of silence had passed between us.

I didn't say anything, just stared at the ground as I put my drink down and placed my hands in my lap, hoping to forget about Thomas.

As the silence stretched out longer, I felt Newts warm, long fingers gently brushing my skin, sending chills up and down my spine. I looked over at him, only to see him still looking at me. I felt my stomach churn, I felt sweaty all of a sudden, forgetting everything around me.

I've always felt something for Newt, but Thomas eventually distracted me from Newt, though the feelings never truly left. But they feel real now as I felt him inch a bit closer to me awkwardly.

All I can think about right now is his soft lips, his mesmerizing eyes as the moonlight reflected off them, the addiction he caused me with his accent, all of it.

And suddenly Thomas was out of my head.

It felt relieving.

Less chaotic.

I slowly inched my face a bit closer to his, leaning in. I couldn't think properly, I wasn't sure if that was a bad or good thing. I'm hoping it's a good thing.

"Y/n..." Newt suddenly whispered, his voice sounding in a warning, drawing all my senses back to reality and I quickly leaned back, embarrassed of myself.

I felt my face grow a red hot as I started at the ground, fiddling with my fingers anxiously. I wanted to apologize for what I had just tried to do.

"Newt, Im so--

All of a sudden, he gently gripped my chin with his warm fingers and pulled my face towards his, kissing my lips softly, though passionately.

I couldn't remember when I had first kissed him, but Im sure it had felt nothing like this. This felt amazing, in so many ways I don't even know how to explain. I quickly started to inch closer, almost like crawling as the kiss grew a bit more passionate and quick.

Just as I was about to sit on him, I heard a voice from behind us and we quickly drew away in embarrassment when we saw Minho standing over us.

I cleared my throat awkwardly, not looking at Minho in embarrassment as me and Newt both stood up to face Minho. I glanced up at Minho, seeing his eyes glossy, though perhaps it was just the moon reflection.

"Um, Alby's awake."