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

Chapter 40

"They've known about us. It's kind of Tommy's fault, he can't keep his mouth shut about anything."

I couldn't keep a small smile from reaching my mouth.

"I'm not surprised now that I think about it," I gave a small laugh. "But at least we aren't like him and Teresa."

I nodded toward the two of them who were currently making out in the middle of the Glade, which was really awkward for those who were passing them.

"I'm actually kind of jealous of him," Newt said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

"What?" I asked quickly, dread settling in my stomach. I should've known it was too good to be true.

"He's all outgoing and he flaunts her everywhere. And as much as I know both of us don't have the confidence to do that, I still kind of wish it would happen." Newt said, his face turning redder by the second.

"That's why I love you," I said just loud enough for him to hear.

Newt stared at me for a second before quickly leaning down to me and gently grabbing my face.

"You have no idea," he whispered before placing his lips on mine.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, deepening the kiss.

"Hey lovebirds!" Newt and I pulled apart immediately. "We need to get going!"

With red cheeks, Newt and I walked hand in hand toward the South Doors where everyone was gathered.

"We will take you to the portal, but from there on you will be on your own," the person I had mentally named Ketchup Head, due to his unnaturally red hair, explained in a monotone voice.

A blanket of grim silence settled over our group of Gladers as we realized just how hard it would be trying to start over again.

"One more thing before we get going," Ketchup Head said. "Where's the girl who is insane enough to yell at a person who has a loaded gun pointed at her? I need to talk to her."

I felt Newt's hand tighten around mine. Knots began to form in my stomach.

The boys in front of me shuffled out of the way to make a clear path. All eyes were on me once again.

"My name's Y/N," I grumbled as I let go of Newt's hand and slowly walked forward.

"I'm going to need you to open these doors," Ketchup Head whispered in my ear. "Just like you did all those days ago."

The knot in my stomach tightened. How did he know about that?

As if he could read my mind he whispered in my ear again, "you didn't think we would leave all of you alone for three years now did you? Now open those doors or I pull the trigger."

My brain has only begun to process his last sentence when the ice cold barrel of a gun poked into my lower back.

Think, I told myself, think. What even happened before I opened those doors in the middle of the night. I ran through the past few weeks in the Glade as quick as I could. Finally, a memory surfaced, back before Teresa came, before things got really awkward between Newt and I, back when we were practically best friends. A memory of me laughing at the face Newt made after I fell two feet out of a tree.