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CHAPTER ELEVEN

"Well, first of all, my name is Thomas. And second of all, Malia is the one who let out your secret," I told him with a snarl, giving Malia a pointed look.

"It's not my fault!" She snapped at me. We then ended up bickering for a while which made Jorge yell at us to shut our pie holes.

"We need to find a way out of this shucking hell hole," Brenda snapped at us. "I don't care if you guys are aliens, I just want out of this horrid place...and now," She told us all in a demanding voice and I couldn't help but agree.

"I'm not going anywhere until you tell us what the hell is going on!" Scott yelled at me. I rolled my eyes and sat back.

"Why are you giving up, shuck face?" Minho asked me with a frown plastered on his face.

"We can't do anything if all of us aren't cooperating," I told him, giving him a pointed look. "Might as well start story time," I gave Jorge and Brenda a final look, finally putting all my attention on the pack who looked at me expectingly.

"It started when I was walking home from school, my jeep had just broken down. I remember this but it's blurry. But anyway, I remember getting jumped by some guys in suits. Just before passing out, I felt something sharp going into my neck with some type of liquid. The next thing I know, I was in a box, almost like an elevator," I explained to them and realization flashed through Minho's eyes.

"That was the day you showed up in the glade. The day that Gally started hating your guts. Did you know that he had a crush on Newt? I think that when he saw Newt with you, he started getting jealous. And plus, everything changed after you showed up," Minho said with a chuckle, remembering our lives in the glade.

"Yeah, he made me hit my head so hard that I ended up remembering my name," And at that, the pack grew confused. "When we end up in the maze, we don't remember anything, it sometimes takes a while before we find out our names. It was terrible because they would call me greenie, because I was new to the glade," I explained to them and they nodded with wide innocent eyes. But, I knew for a fact that none of them were innocent.

"What about Newt?" Lydia asked and cleared her throat when she realized that she sounded jealous. She was, but nobody needed to know that. She wasn't even sure why she was jealous but she was. "I mean - where does Newt come into this?" She fixed her question.

"Newt was like the mother of the glade. He made sure that everybody was alright. He was technically Alby's second in command. When Alby wasn't in the glade or wasn't there to help, Newt was," I explained but there was still confusion in their eyes. "Alby was the leader of the glade, he kept everybody and everything in check," I told them.

"But why was Newt important to you, like why did you hang around him?" Lydia asked another question. I eyed her suspiciously but explained anyway.

"He was one of the nice gladers, other than Minho," I told her. "Yes, Alby was nice too but he could be harsh, any leader would be. But Newt was the one who kept me in check, the one who made sure that I didn't do anything stupid, even though I did anyway. Minho and Newt became my best friends pretty fast. Minho is the sass queen in the group. He is always cocky and has a whole bunch of sarcasm. Just like me. Newt was, I mean, is the glue in our group. He had a mix of both mine and Minho's personality," I explained to them.

"It was a good thing that you became Newt's best friend because he was really depressed before you showed up, you shuck face," Minho told me with a small smile. "You made him smile and laugh more. Alby thought you were a bad influence at first, but then he realized how happy you made Newt and he started to warm up to you," He told his best friend.

"What about the other gladers?" Liam asked me, getting comfortable. I leaned against the wall and let out a sigh.

"Gally was a huge jerk," I said which made Minho let out a chuckle. "Chuck–" I choked out his name. "Was one of my best friends too," I told them.

"Was?" Scott asked me.

"Uh-yeah. He was a twelve year old boy. He was one of the youngest ones in the glade. He had an amazing personality, always making me laugh. He was a sweet boy," I told them, holding back my tears. "He was – he was killed by Gally," I choked out, breathing in to calm down. "It was meant for me, the bullet was meant for me but Chuck jumped in front of me. A twelve year old boy jumped in front of a bullet for a boy he only knew for a couple of days," I told them, making them gasp in surprise.

I then went on and told them about the glade, the scorch and the death cure. I told them every little detail. Okay, maybe not every detail but enough to make them respect me. Scott was pissed about how many people we have killed or injured but I didn't give a flying crank. We did what we had to do to survive. Who we were and who we are now, are two very different aspects.

"Okay, so since you got my life story." It might of not been my whole life, but who cares. "Let's try to find a way out of this damn place and find my best friend," I ushered them.

This whole mess was about finding Newt, my best friend, the glue to our group, the one who kept us in check... the boy I had fallen in love with.

Minho faked a cough to get my attention.

"Okay, let's find our best friend."