The Maze Runner Imagines/Preferences

Newt (Scorch Trials)

You lurch up from the bed you were on, breathing deeply.

Your instinct told you that you weren't where you were when you fell asleep peacefully.

The bunks and arrangement was identical, but this room was colder, less feminine.

Proving your gut's point, you look around and don't see any of your friends, the other girls.

Cautiously, you make your way to the door and open it slowly.

The large room looked the same as the one you saw with your friends, only it was a group of boys that were sitting around, lounging, eating.

"Who are you?" An asian boy spits, jumping up defensively.

The other boys joined him, standing around you curiously, but still eyes filled with anxiousness.

"I'm Y/N... Who are you? Where are my friends?" You ask.

"We're gladers and we haven't seen your friends. I'm Thomas. " A dark haired boy says.

"Gladers?" You ask confused.

"We called ourselves that when we were in a maze." A british boy explains.

"Maze! You guys were stuck in a maze too?" You question shocked.

"Too, you mean you and your friends were stuck in a maze as well?" Thomas asks.

"Yeah..." You trail off.

"She must be part of Group B." The british boy realizes.

"That mean you guys are Group A?"

"Yeah, I'm Newt by the way." He says.

"I'm Minho." The asian boy states sitting back down.

"You're telling me, her and her friends are supposed to kill me?" Thomas whispers to Newt.

"I guess..." He mutters.

"Kill you?!" You stutter.

"It's what WICKED tattooed on our friend." Minho murmurs.

"Tattoo?" You voice.

"Yeah, we all got one. You might have one." Newt informs.

"I'm 'To Be Killed By Group B', Minho's 'The Leader' and Newt's 'The Glue." Thomas announces, pointing out the black print on all their necks.

"Here, there's a mirror in the bathroom, you should check." Newt says kindly, guiding you into the washroom.

You both stand in the small room.

"Can I?" He asks softly, gesturing to the collar of your shirt.

You nod and watch as he pulls your shirt down a bit.

"It says you're 'The Inamorata'. What does that mean?" He reads in confusion.

"Umm, I don't know..." You half-lie.

You had a pretty good guess what it meant.

Amore is love. You knew that, it was a latin word you had remembered, well, known. Seeing as you can't remember much...

You wonder which boy you loved or would love.

You wanted to know if WICKED put that on you to actually fall for someone and betray the girls or if you really were with one of these boys.

You look up and find yourself looking into Newt's eyes.

Suddenly, a flash comes through your mind.

A memory.

You could see Newt in the short film that was happening in your head.

You were smiling, actually smiling, and laughing.

His arm wrapped around you as the two of you talked, only you couldn't make out the words.

There was no doubt in your mind that you and Newt were together, boyfriend and girlfriend, before either of you were sent into the mazes.

"You sure?" He asks smiling sweetly.

Even if you hadn't gotten that tattoo or seen that memory, you knew you would fall for him again, all over, just because that smile.

"I have no idea." You sigh.

"Hey, we'll figure it out. Together." He comforts.

He wraps his arms around you and brings you flush to his chest.

You may love this boy somewhere deep down, and he might love you, but there is no way that you would hurt those girls, you're friends, by betraying them for Newt's friends.

You would get these two groups to work together, even if it's the last thing you do.

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