The Glader Girl | ✓

CH4: Even More Confusing Than The Labyrinth

Minho p.o.v

I thought that the girl- Millie, Newt had called her - had lost it and was about to attack Newt but am left utterly confused as they are locked together in each other's embrace, into which Newt starts sobbing.

I ignore the never felt feeling in me and just back off. Too surprised to say anything.

"You just flirted with Newt's girl, man", Gally snickers and Alex fist bumps him. I groan and turn my attention back to them.

They have a hushed conversation, still hugging each other tightly, after which Millie pulls back and slaps his arm lightly and says, "Tell me you're lying".

Newt just laughs. A laugh filled with pure happiness which I have never heard before. "How could I ever lie to you sister of mine", he says, and my eyes go wide. Was he serious? I feel weirdly relieved.

Then it hits me. Newt probably remembers her because we went through the changing. He also mentioned that he saw his family.

I probably stood there dumbstruck, with my mouth agape because Newt then said, "Guess I've got a bloody lot of explaining to do, eh?".

"Damn right you do", Alby says, and we all follow Newt to his shack

Millie p.o.v

A guy called Clint was asked to show me around by Alby as they talked to Newt.

I notice that almost every important structure is made of bricks and there are random piles of them everywhere. Guess they really loved bricks.

Clint was really.... shy.

He would trip over absolutely nothing and start stuttering.

"I think we should take a break", I interject his stuttering.

He sighs and says," Yeah I think that's a good idea".

"So... where am I exactly?", I ask.

"The Glade", he answers bluntly, as if that will suffice to give me an understanding of where I am.

Then we go and sit upon a rock. "So, what's your job?", I question.

"Me and Jeff are medjacks. We're like the doctors of the Glade. Well, we're not qualified but we do our best to heal the injured Gladers. It's the runners or the builders that need most of the healing actually."

"Do you like your job?", I ask, honestly wanting to know.

He thinks for a few moments and then answers-

"Yes. Yes, I do. Even though I'm probably not qualified, I like it. I think people can learn more from experience than books."

I smile at his small speech. He smiles back. "Have your jitters worn off yet?", I tease him.

"Oh no", he mutters, his face turning red. He buries his head in his hands and I just laugh.

"Can you believe that this isn't the first time I have embarrassed myself?", he says, finally dropping his hands into his lap with and incredulous look on his face.

"Yes, yes I can actually", I say, and he playfully rolls his eyes and nudges my shoulder with his.

"When was this other time and what did you do?", I ask.

I give him the puppy eyes when he refuses to tell me.

He finally gives in and says-

"Okay I'll tell you but on the condition that you won't tell anyone about this."