The Inventor {Newt x Reader}

CHAPTER 07

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   It's been a day since the whole confession happened and so far, no one knew. Newt has been acting pretty much the same. Helping people, doing his running job, and still talking to me. The only thing different is how clingy he is or maybe how one day he doesn't talk to me then the next he's glued to my shoulder.

   No, really. Yesterday he was so distant with me. He didn't even say a word to me but today is different. He's stuck on me like some wort. A cute wort. I can tell he's trying to win me over, and I'm pretty sure everyone can see that, but hopefully he isn't trying to give me mixed signals. He might've just wanted to give me space yesterday and I adore that. Still, hopefully he doesn't change his mind.

   "Love?" My pencil snaps in my finger. I looked up to see Newt looking at me worryingly. "Is something wrong? Do you have the flu?!" The blonde raises the back of his hand to touch my forehead. I could only smile before grabbing his hand.

   I can see a red tint covering his face and I couldn't help but laugh a bit. "I'm fine, I promise. Just scared about this banishment. I just want to get it over with so I can tell you my answer."

   "I mean, you can tell me now." A smirk paints his face. I scoffed before he lowered his hand down.

   He stares at me before a noise makes us both move away quickly. The door creaks slowly, more open than it was before, to reveal a mouth wide open Minho. His hand was in a fist like he was going to knock but didn't. "Bloody hell..." Minho steps in, mouth still agape.

   The boy clears his throat. "Are-wwwhat. Please-no. How could you do this to me, Newt!" He drops on his knee, tears falling from his eyes. "We were supposed to be together, Newttie!!!" He reaches up before falling. Minho makes gagging noises before "dying" peacefully.

   "Get up, you shank." Newt says, sighing loudly. Minho just smiles before standing back up in a flash.

   He grabs a stool before sitting right in front of us like a little kid. "Spill the damn tea sis." I look at Newt while Newt looks at me. From there, we tell him everything. From the drawing event to today. Besides the kissing part. I was too embarrassed to even mention it. Though it was the best part...

   "You're not going to bloody tell anyone. (Name) hasn't made a decision yet." Newt glares at him like a threat.

   Minho raises his hands in defense. "Damn, a protective doggy you got there, Koemi." He smiles towards me. I do the same, leaving Newt out. "Honestly, I expected this from the start. You see, (Name) doesn't let that many people into her building." He leans back, "Surprised she even-AHH!" He falls backwards in a quick second.

   I look over the stool to see him just looking up at the wooden ceiling. "You good there buddy?"

"Yep. Totally good." He purses his lips tightly as Newt starts laughing.

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   Here we are, sticks on hand and a person with a rope around their body to keep them in place. I was the one to cut the rope and I felt uncomfortable. Doing this to someone even though it was my idea. The black haired boy falls onto the ground, curling up in a ball. He was weeping.

   It was weird. How when one gets stung, they only regain consciousness when they are near death. Side by side.

   I look around, seeing pity and uneasiness on everyone. They didn't want this to happen but it was the best. I looked over to Newt, his face was down. I really wanted to end this. So I could run into his arms and finally call him mine. I know it sounded bad, and it was. It's just, I couldn't bear the bad events we hold in the glade. But it was life, I guess.

   I threw his belongings away that had his name. It was hurtful, seeing it all gone. Only his cries filled my ears and it was nerve wracking. "Ready!" The boy's head lifted up. He tried to run but only the sticks got in the way.

   I ready my stick which was in the end. Looking up, I see Luka's eyes flash towards me. Fear, betrayal, and many more emotions filled those cold black eyes. I looked away as he started to be pushed backwards, more into the maze. 6:30 was coming so we quickened the pace. The whole event felt slow and more time consuming though.

   "N-No please don't. Winston, please...please don't let me die." I flash my eyes towards Winston who held a sorrowful face. I knew he would be the one most sad. I suggested he shouldn't be included in this banishment but he assisted, the more the merrier.

   We pushed him more back before pushing him finally in the maze. Screeching makes the guys lose grip on their sticks. Then, Luka takes action. I followed before seeing where he was running towards. Newt. My eyes widened as I stepped forward. I block the boy from running; him taking a few steps back.

   I turn sharply, almost hitting him straight on the head. I push him hard. He flies back, fully in the maze now. He wanted to run back, he could've but he knew. He knew that if he comes back, he'll be our test rat. That's something no one wants after last time.

   Everyone drops their sticks as I let out a sigh. I stood in the middle of the circle as we all watched the boy starting to walk away in the maze. It would've been a great photo if I had to be honest. Maybe it was bad timing.

   I became less tense as others started to walk away. I turned around to see Newt walking towards me. I smile brightly, ready to run towards him. To tell him my answer a thousand times. To stay up and just talk. To even just be at arm's length with him.

   I would've done all of those things. If only I hadn't stood in front of the maze doors when it was barely closing. If only that metal-like tail didn't wrap around my waist. My eyes widened just like Newt's as I looked down. Now that's not the arm I want around my waist, heh. I look up before screaming.

   Everyone turns as Newt runs towards me. Other gladers start doing the same. "Newt please!" I try to dig my feet in the grass, only for the griver to pull me stronger. I had one hand out for Newt while the other tried to reach for one of the sticks on the ground. Nothing was working. Nothing.

   It was until I was finally fully in the maze it let go, soon chasing a screaming Luka. I scrambled on my feet only to look up. My eyes lock with Newt, fear shining from both of our eyes. We both didn't want this. We were kids. We don't deserve this but we had it. If only we were born in another life. Where there was no maze.

   I see the others gathering around. My ears toned out from everything. I saw Newt being pushed back by other gladers while I saw Minho yelling towards me. Tears glossed over my eyes as the doors closed more, now only showing Newt. I smile, too big for me but not big enough for the blonde. I then wave towards him. The kind of action he always does to me everyday I see him off.

   With that, I ran.