Running From Your Problems (a Newt/ Maze Runner fanfic)

Chapter 40

"So me, you, and ..." I pretended to think for a minute. "Nobody else. So, no one would've found me up here because most of them probably thought that I'm afraid of heights."

A hand slipped under my arm and pulled me up.

"Oi! I was sitting there!" I yelled before a hand could clamp over my mouth to muffle my voice.

"Be quiet!" Newt whispered as loudly as he could.

I couldn't help but lick his hand. I mean, if someone puts their hand over your mouth they're basically asking for you to lick it, right?

He immediately retracted his hand and I took that as a chance to escape, sprinting down the stairs with an insane smile on my face.

I ran to my room and locked myself in. Diving into my bed and under the covers, I pretended to be asleep.

There was a silent click and the door squeaked opened and then closed again. There was another click. The door was locked.

"Shucking leaders and their master keys," I muttered under my breath and squeezed my eyes closed.

"I heard that," Newt whispered in my ear as he lay down beside me.

"No. Not going to happen," I scooted to the other side of the bed as fast as I possibly could.

"Stop denying it," he reached over and pulled me against him, his arm around my waist. "Now isn't this more comfortable?"

I had to admit, it was, but I would never say that out loud.

I found myself drifting off again within seconds.

"Y/N?" Newt's voice barely registering to me in my half asleep state.

"Hmm?"

"I think I might love you," he whispered.

A small smile made its way to my mouth before I completely fell asleep.
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I bolted upright. White spots covered my vision completely. Once they had cleared I realized two things: 1. It was morning 2. Newt was in my bed.

I stifled a small scream and jumped out of bed. The second my feet made contact with the floor, I was hit with a vision. Hundreds of men wearing WICKED uniforms and carrying weapons were marching through the maze. It could only mean one thing.

"Newt!" I yelled shaking him awake with my stomach in knots. "They're here."

"What?" He sat up and looked around in stupor.

"WICKED. Here. Now." I stated as simply as I could.

The words must've gotten through to him because he stood up and began running his fingers through his hair, thinking.

"I need to go. I need to tell them," I whispered to myself as I ran out of the room.

People blurred past me as I ran towards the Box. "They're here!" I screamed as I ran.

By the time I had reached the Box, a group of Gladers had begun to form around me.

"They're here!" I yelled. "WICKED has come! They're here!"