″ i fought for this love, but at what point is it no longer worth fighting for? ‶
[Winner of the E-Awards: "Best Series"]
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I grab my tray of food and walk with Newt over to one of the tables where everyone is sitting. I set my plate down, digging into my food without hesitation.
"Nice manners, Madame." I hear Minho say from across me.
"Slim it." I mumble through a mouthful of food. It seems like I haven't had warm food in years. We barely ate in the Scorch and Frypan's cooking wasn't exactly the best for your tastebuds. I chew my pork chop slowly, savoring every igniting flavor. Pure bliss. I bite into my cornbread, the closest thing to a dessert I've had in ages.
"How are you guys holding up?" Frypan asks us, taking a sip of water.
"Great now that I don't smell like a Crank." Newt answers before returning to his meal.
"Same. My hair has never looked this fabulous." Minho adds.
I roll my eyes. "Oh my gosh."
"What about you? How's that hole in your head doing?" Minho asks.
My hand instantly goes to the side of my forehead where a small dent is permanently embedded in my skull. I look over at Aris, sitting with Group B, and he must've heard us. He sulks his shoulders and looks down.
"It's fine. Ugly, but fine." I reply.
Minho snorts. "Better than what it used to be." He says, earning another eye roll from me.
Newt leans over and whispers in my ear. "I think it looks sexy."
An animated gasp escapes my mouth. "Newt!" I shriek and swat his arm. He cracks up, covering his face as he laughs hysterically.
"I'm just teasing, love." He chuckles and kisses the side of my head.
"Cut it with the PDA, some of us aren't as lucky as you." Frypan laughs at Newt.
"I don't know man, we could be," Minho responds, looking over at Group B. "That Harriet chick is really bossy, but it's kinda hot."
Minho must've said it loudly, because the next thing I know, a piece of cornbread has been chucked our way, hitting him in the face.
"Next time, it'll be a hammer." Harriet calls out, her friends laughing.
Minho's face grows beat red. "I'm going to the bathroom." He mumbles and gets up.
