To Love *The Maze Runner/Newt Fanfic*

Chapter 21

Even though we'd only done this a total of four times, I already found myself looking forward to it everyday.

"Alright, fine you're always right." I huffed, flopping onto the bed.

"You better believe it." She gave me a glare, seeing that I'd ruined her neatened sheets.

A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts.

"Come in!" I yelled, standing up. The door opened and Newt took a step into the medjacks room.

"Oh, look who it is? Our favorite! Or should I say your favorite." Victoria laughed.

"What's up?" I asked, ignoring her.

Newt brought his hand up to his mouth and made a noise that vaguely sounded like a cough, "I think, I'm coming down with something."

Victoria rolled her eyes, "Please." She mumbled.

"Are you really?" I asked, recognizing the humor in Newt's eyes, "What disease are you diagnosing yourself with?"

"I well- I think I'm lovesick." He winked. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Victoria pretending to vomit.

I on the other hand, wanted to cry. Newtttttttt, You can't throw sentences around like that. I'm never prepared.

I laughed though, pulling his arm over to the bed, "That's very serious, actually I don't think I've ever worked with a patient who's had that."

"It's very serious indeed."

"When did you realize you were sick?" I pretended to write down whatever made up symptoms Newt could think of.

"Well, I'm not sure when the sickness came over me, but I recognized my illness when I started falling for you."

My cheeks flushed, "Well, isn't that sweet."

Whenever Newt says random stuff like this, I cringe because my insides do thirty backflips.

I'd like to flirt back, but there's something stopping me. It's like an alarm going off in my brain. A red flag.

He throws the words into the air so effortlessly. How does he do that?

I have to force myself to show affection in the smallest things and here he was 'falling for me.'

"I might need to be checked out, ya' know, and I'd feel more comfortable if it were just the two of us." His eyes flicked over to Victoria.

"I get it. I'm going!" Victoria grabbed her sweatshirt and ran for the door, "I didn't wanna see you two make out anyway."

"I'll talk to you la-" The door slammed shut, "-ter." I sighed.

Newt sat on the edge of the bed, "We need to talk."

My heart beat started going a little faster, "About?"

"They're sending people out into the maze."

"What do you mean?" I furrowed my eyebrows. Newt looked around as if someone might be listening.

"There's a griever next to the west door. Nick thinks it's a good idea if a group goes out."

"How close is this thing?"

"A hundred feet. Maybe less."

"Are you going?" I asked.

"No, it's just- " Newt stood, "if they ask you to go, then don't."

"Why? It could be fun! See a griever close up. Live a little." I laughed.

"No. You can't go. I'm buggin' serious. It has death written all over it."