I Dont Like Newt- I Think -DISCONTINUED

The slammer part 3

The same routine goes on through out the two days I've been in here:
Wake up to either Minho or the blazing sun abusing me, being watched over breakfast, making sure I eat (even though I feel fatter than the pigs out in the pens) pretending to not like Newt and Minho -hint hint, it's not going to well-  forcing myself to eat dinner and then sleeping. I've only got 3 and a half hours left, Gally (the little shit) told Alby about me flipping him off, which earned me another half an hour. I planned on just sleeping through it, but apparently Alby was going to visit to tell me what order I would try out the jobs, tomorrow.
Stick with the fucking plan
"Alright gre- Tori" Alby says walking up to the slammer "this is the order of which you will try out the jobs:
Slicer
Track-hoe
Cook
Med-jack
Slopper
Builder and
Brick Nick" Alby says, counting them off on his fingers
Wait what-
"What about runner?" He let's out an obnoxious laugh
"Listen here darling nobody wants to be a runner, and look at you, your a girl wouldn't you want to help out as a nurse?" This angers me on so many levels
"First of all, you're a sexist pig, second of all, I could be a runner, I was nearly as fast as Minho when I tried to get the the maze, ask him yourself and third of all, I already know I'm shi- terrible with anything medical related, and maybe if you get your head out of your arse, you would be able to see that not all girls are the same prissy princesses you think they are"

After my little rant, Alby just glares at me, I see Minho, who was not-very-secretly listening in on the whole thing, looking at me proudly.
"Fine, I'll get Minho to see if your runner material, but just so you know sweetheart all jobs are final, you can't wimp out after three days just 'cause your tired" And with that, he storms off.
"Ugh why is he such an asshole"
I throw my hands up in annoyance
"Well, that's the way you get respect" Minho says walking up to the cell "right! Time for breakfast" He passes me some of frypans bacon, I feel the bile slowly rising up my throat, threatening to spill.
This is practically canablism, you fat pig, you don't deserve this, you don't deserve anything
I swallow down the bile and take a deep breath, Minho's still there, waiting for my to eat, as he eats his own bacon. I chew slowly, keeping all the food in my cheeks, trying to make sure it's not obvious
"You did a great job, see you in about 3 hours, yeah?" I just nod, not wanting him to see my bacon filled cheeks, he gets up, wipes himself of any dust or dirt and jogs up to the maze. I make sure nobodies around before I dig up a small hole and throw up all the food in my stomach, it makes me feel a little better but it doesn't help my fattness that much, I cover it back up with the dirt floor I dug up and pat it down so it doesn't look noticeable. I lay down and close my eyes, waiting for my sentence in the slammer to end.

"Wake up, love, time to get out of the slammer" A gentle hand nudges me awake, Newt. He smiles down to me and it takes all my effort to not smile back, he sighs in annoyance, seeing as im keeping my cold front on. He holds out a hand signalling to take it, I ignore him, getting up and wiping myself down (deja vu much?) He holds the door of the slammer open for me and I walk through, all the wood and ash from the bonfire is still there, wood is being piled up again, waiting for the next bonfire (they happen every week) the building Gally is in process of making has made some progress, but not much.
"Right, love, you have a free day, and tomorrow you will try each job out, any job you try, I'll see you there once or twice, I work at all the jobs, being second in command and all"
"Really, you're a runner too?" He chuckles humourlessly
"I used to be, not any more, but you won't be a runner, you don't try out that job anyway, so you won't get it, it's not safe out there, I wouldn't want you to get hurt" He says sternly
"I can take care of myself, thank you very much, and I've already spoken to Alby about it Minho's gonna see if I'm any good" I say back, rolling my eyes and walking away from him.

I walk around, trying to get to know the Glade more, most of the Gladers just stare at me, I go up to a small group of them to introduce myself
"I'm Tori" I say putting my hand out for a least one of them to shake, but none of them do, they all look behind me looking like they're about the shit themselves, I look over my shoulder to see Newt with Minho (talking about something that looks important) staring daggers into each one of the boys heads, rolling my eyes I make sure he sees the middle finger I'm holding up, just for him. 
I look back at the small bunch of boys to see them with their eyes wide with surprise,
"You can't do that to him, he's Newt, second in command" Says of the older ones
"Yeah I know, he practically shoves that title in my face everytime I have the misfortune of talking to him" I decide that these boys look nice enough to give me information, without realizing
"Soooo what are all of your names? "
They all introduce themselves, I'm not going to talk to them much, so I didn't try to remember the names, I ask them questions about themselves and the Glade before asking the one I want to know in the beginning
"what time to people, usually go sleep?" I say, trying to look as if I'm not that bothered, this will give me a big advantage
"I don't really know, i think the longest people stay up to is, two o'clock, ya know, ya don't wanna be tired when doing your work, it sucks" Says the boy who introduce d himself as Jack I smile at him and he looks over my shoulder, once again to look at Newt before giving me a weary smile
"Why do y'all look over to Newt like he's gonna chop of your dicks" I say laughing, I get laughs back, which I'm pretty proud of, I don't know why
"He told us we couldn't tell ya, sorry" Someone shrugs, not looking that sorry at all
"Wow, I thought we were friends" My acting must be good, when I draw a sad smile on my face the boys look like they've just killed a puppy
"Aw I'm sorry darling, I'll tell you, just promise to not tell Newt I've told you" Jack says, rubbing my arm in an attempt to "comfort me"
"Tell Newt what" My smirk now turned into a frown, when had Newt gotten here? Jack takes his hand of my arm in a hurry, as I cross mine.
"None of your fu- shucking business Newt, get lost" Newt smirks and drags one of his arms around my shoulders
"Using Glade slang already, are we love?"
I huff, shrug his arm off and storm away, I want to know why the Gladers are scared to talk to me. And I was planning in finding out

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Hope you all have a wonderful day, baii