The Glade | Newt x Reader

Chapter Twenty-Four

-Y/N's POV-

I awake with a start, my whole body sweaty and feeling gross. I have a nasty headache for some reason, and I feel as if I hadn't slept in years even though I have only just woke up. The blankets of my bed are pulled tightly around me even though I don't remember ever going to bed or falling asleep. Looking down, I notice I'm wearing the same pants as last night, but a completely different shirt. It's Newt's. I could easily recognize his beige sweater anyday, but it's how I'm wearing it now that confuses me. I brush the material inbetween my fingers as I furrow my brows thinking back to last night. Nothing comes. I remember blurrs of the party and drinks but not much more. The last thing I remember was Dominic handing me a strange smelling jar. 

I try not to worry about my loss of memory but can't help feeling that it was because I had drunk too much. I hope I didn't do anything stupid if that was the case. Maybe it's for the best that I have forgotten for now. 

My runner's watch reads 6:53. The doors will be opening soon. I better get ready so Minho doesn't start something by my being late. I change my pants and into my sneakers and decide to continue wearing Newt's shirt until I can ask him what's up. When I walk out of my room and into the hall I suddenly feel faint. I briefly lean against the walls of the hall and try to catch my breath. What's going on with my head?

"Oh, you're up," Newt's accent sounds muffled by my headache and I try to focus on what he's saying.

"Are you okay?" he asks when he sees me against the wall. "I was going to let you sleep in a bit. I don't think you should run today."

I turn to see his concerned face and force a smile. "No, no. I'm fine."

"Really? Because that's what you said last night and..."

"Speaking of last night. What on earth happened? I have the worst headache." 

Newt looked at the ground and smirked, "Let's just say you got a bit more tipsy than I would've liked."

"Shuck, what did I do?" 

"I'd rather not talk about it," Newt said before beginning to walk away. 

I stood in the hall considering the worst things I could have done. The worst is probably to hook up with some guy, but surely no one would've let that happen if I was that drunk. I hear a shout from outside and run down the stairs. The doors are opening and I am going to be late. After getting my running gear and supplies ready, I slowly jog to the stretching circle. All the runners are already there and everyone goes silent when I approach. When I go to stand beside Minho he grins stupidly.

"What?" I ask, realizing everyone is staring at me.

"Last night...?" Minho trailed off when he saw my confused expression. "You really don't remember do you?"

"...No?" 

Minho laughed, "That makes it even better then."

I opened my mouth to ask him about it when he clapped his hands and told us it was time to go. I walked over to where Dominic was waiting by our door. 

"It's a shame you don't remember what happened last night," Dominic faked a sigh. "We really did have some fun."

I raised an eyebrow. These people were really getting on my nerves. It's not hard to just tell a person what they want to know. 

"So are you going to tell me what happened?" I ask.

"No, he isn't," Newt said as he walked up with a water bottle. "You may be more thirsty today, so I brought you an extra." 

I thanked him and took the water bottle, securing it to my bag. After he wished us good luck, Dominic and I started our run.

Not long into the run I realized Newt was right. My throat burned for water and I drank more than half of the first one not long into the morning. The muscles in my body also protested with each step as I ran. I was obviously dealing with the results of a hangover. I was running a lot slower than usual because of this and we reached our planned lunch point later than we thought. We ate quickly and then started running again after I guess was a few failed flirting attempts from Dominic. 

-time skip-

We finally passed yesterday's marking in the wall and found our next stop point. After carving a square I turned around and saw Dominic watching me weirdly. I gave him a weird look in return and started to run back. I just wanted to get back to the glade. My head was still bothering me and my shoes were starting to feel too tight around my feet.

When we reached our lunch spot again, I stopped to take out my water bottle. There was only a little bit left in the second one and I drank the rest of it, relishing the last bit. When I screwed the top of my bottle on and put it away, Dominic was suddenly close by me. He was acting strangely all day. He walked up even closer to me and I took a step back into the wall. What was his problem? The look in his eyes was something I'd seen before in the eyes' of gladers, I just never knew what it was. 

"What are you doing-" was the last thing I said before he had pressed me against the wall. The kiss felt uncomfortable and off. His hands were sweaty as they held my shoulders in place. If anything, I was not expecting this. Dominic pushed closer, wanting more as he held my face. I struggled in his grip for a mintue before I tore my head away. 

"Get off. Of. Me." I stuttered as he tried to push me back against the wall again. I kicked his right shin and immediately he loosened his right hand's grip on my one arm. I used the moment to elbow him hard in the chest and scramble free. 

"You stupid-" Dominic began saying before suddenly he swung out and hit my jaw. I felt the sting underneath my ear and knew there would be a bruise forming there soon. 

"What's your problem? You didn't mind getting all close and comfortable with me last night after you stripped for me!" Dominic yelled. 

"What? I don't remember what happened at all. And I was drunk!" I shoot back. "You know I can tell the gladers anytime that you just broke one of their top rules, 'Never Hurt Another Glader'? They would banish you."

"You wouldn't dare," Dominic said, stepping closer cautiously, "because if you do, I'm going to make your life miserable. Maybe even Newt's too, just for you."

"You can't if they banish you."

Dominic smirked, "Oh yes I can. I'd survive the maze. I've been in it before I know where everything is. Then everyday when you run in, I'll be here, waiting. I'll haunt you as you turn each corner, wondering what ever happened to the boy you'd tattled on."

I curl my hands into fists of frustration and turn to run back to the glade. There was nothing I could do. I couldn't tell the gladers and risk hurting Newt for something that had happened to me. And even if Dominic was banished, Newt would never let me run the maze if I told him about the threats that Dominic may still be lurking out there, waiting. I don't think I'd be able to stay in the glade again either, like before I became a runner. I want to scream, cry, shout, but instead I run, keeping a long distance inbetween Dominic and I. My thoughts wander to what Dominic said about stripping? I shudder at the thought of what he could have been talking about. I don't think I'll ever want to get drunk again when anything could happen while you're under the alcohal's spell. 

I realize how close I had gotten to the glade. Attempting to pull myself together I shake my arms out and wipe my eyes. I don't want anyone knowing about Dominic and I's scuffle. Atleast not yet. Newt can usually always tell when I'm upset so I'm going to need to try really hard. Eventually I turn the corner to the glade. Even thought my jaw aches and I'm still feeling effects of my hangover everywhere, I try to put on a fake 'I'm fine' smile. I don't know why I thought he wouldn't see through it. 

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A/N: Extra long chapter today. sorry if the one part made anyone uncomfortable, but i have so many chapters plannedd so stay in tunee? thanks for reading sorry it takes me so long to update <3