Pussy willow,” I sneered.
“Goody two-shoes,” Newt replied.
“Wanker.”
“Shuckface.”
“Slinthead.”
“Enough!” Alby yelled to me and Newt. “You two were doing fine just 2 years ago. Now you guys are just plain annoying.”
“It’s not my fault he’s such an egg,” I huffed..
Alby was right though; Newt and I had a wonderful friendship in the beginning. Along the way, Newt started turning sour and I seriously don’t know what happened.
“Did you just call me an egg?” Newt scoffed, “immature.”
“How about if I call you a shank,” I continued, “you’re annoying as hell anyways.”
“You do love to get on people’s nerves, don’t you?” Newt said.
“Quite frankly, I only like to get on your nerves,” I declared, earning snickers from other Gladers.
“Okay, enough fighting!” Alby ordered, “Okay here’s the deal: you two are going to be 2 hours inside the Slammer. And you’re gonna talk it out and make up.”
“I’d rather be fed to the Grievers than spend 5 seconds with this moron,” I objected.
“I’d rather be punched in the face,” Newt murmured.
I whipped around to face Newt, and gave him an ugly stare. After a few seconds, I gave Newt a hard smack across the face, wincing at the sound it made.
There was a long, awkward silence.
“Uh… Ow?” Newt complained.
“Well at least he didn’t cry like a wussy!” I said, earning laughs.
“That’s it,"Alby said, "Both of you in the Slammer, now.”
“I didn’t even do anything!!” Newt exclaimed.
“Uh, yeah you were!” I yelled out, “you were calling me mean things!”
“Says the one who slapped me!” Newt sneered.
“This is gonna be the longest 2 hours in the history of ever,” Minho snickered.
“Don’t even remind me,” Alby groaned.
As Alby and Thomas escorted Newt and I to the Slammer, it was constant banter.
“It’s a shame you are guys aren’t dating,” Thomas sighed.
I stopped in my tracks and smacked Thomas over the head, “it’s a damn shame that I’m held against my will or I would’ve kicked you where it hurts.”
“A damn shame it is,” Newt mumbled.
“Shut it or you’ll get it too,” I threatened. Seems like everyone is getting on my nerves today.
“Both of you shut up or I’ll throw you in the maze,” Alby exasperated.
As we neared closer to the Slammer, I started having second thoughts.
“You know what Alby, that doesn’t sound half bad.” I stammered.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Alby insisted, “maybe you’ll be friends at the end of this!”
As I started digging my heels into the dirt, I heard Newt laughing behind me.
“The reason she doesn’t want to go in the Slammer is because she’s afraid of falling in love with me,” Newt teased.
