They Don't Own Me

Chapter 15

Suddenly, a figure plopped down next to Ivy, startling her a little. She looked at the boy, recognizing him as Jackson, last month's Greenie.

"Hey, Ivy," he said.

"Hey, Jackson."

"What are you doing all the way over here? You're missing the party."

"I've just got a lot on my mind right now, that's all."

"You know," Jackson said, slowly moving his arm around Ivy's shoulders. "I bet I could help get your mind off of whatever it is your thinking about."

It was then that Ivy noticed the jar of Gally's secret recipe in Jackson's hand.

"I think not," she said, moving out of his reach and standing up.

"Oh, come on, Ivy," Jackson whined, stumbling to his feet so he could follow her. He grabbed hold of her arm, stopping her. "You sure you won't let me help?"

"Jackson," Ivy said. "I suggest you let go of me."

"It'll cost you a kiss."

"Now, Jackson."

"Please? Just a small one."

"Fine. You want something?"

Jackson smirked and leaned towards her. Ivy ripped her arm away and took a quick step back. Balancing on one foot, she kicked Jackson in the side of the gut. The boy gasped at the force, hunching over. Before he could straighten up, Ivy shoved him back, causing him to trip over a log and drop his drink. Behind her, Ivy could hear the other Gladers stop their celebrating to see what had happened. Jackson stumbled to his feet, shaking his head before looking back at Ivy, sending her another smirk. The girl growled but before she could shove him again, a pair of arms wrapped around her waist.

"Easy there, Ivy," Newt said. "There's no need for that. Just tell us what happened."

"I'm minding my own business when this drunk slinthead comes walkin' over," she replied, motioning to Jackson. "At first I thought he wanted to talk until he tried to get me to kiss him."

The Gladers looked from Ivy to Jackson in shock. Newt's grip loosened on Ivy, letting her pull away from him. With one last glare at the drunken boy, she left the bonfire.

~

Ivy sat with her knees to her chest, looking out over the Glade. Most of the boys were still around the bonfire while a few had chosen to turn in for the night. Ivy sighed, resting her head on her knees as her gaze flickered back to the Maze walls.

"Ivy?" a voice suddenly called from below her. The girl looked over the edge of the tower she was in and noticed Minho looking back at her. He gave her a smile and a wave. "Mind if I come up?"

"Be my guest."

As Ivy returned to her spot, she could hear Minho climbing the tower. A minute later, he was sitting down beside her, their backs resting against a wood pole. Ivy adjusted her position so she sat cross-legged. She reached up for her hair, which had grown down to the middle of her back, and began to braid it. Minho glanced at her as her finger skillfully worked with her brown hair.

"You alright?" Minho asked after a long silence.

"Yeah," Ivy grumbled. "The night could have gone better though."

"Well, you might be happy to know that Jackson is spending the night in the Pit. Alby and Newt were not happy once you left."

"I'm sure they weren't. They tend to be protective of me."

"Even when it comes to the Maze?"

"Especially the Maze. They'd lose it if anything happened to me out there. That's what kept me alive that night; I knew they needed me."

"They aren't the only ones, ya know." Ivy looked at him, waiting for him to continue. "Everyone would miss you. Frypan wouldn't have anyone to cook with, Adam wouldn't know what to do with himself, the Greenies wouldn't get to meet you, even Gally would miss you in some way."

"And what about you? What would you do if I weren't here?"

"You want an honest answer?"

"What, were you going to lie?"

Minho smiled a little, shaking him head.

"I'd probably go crazy. Since I got here, I've always seen you as a friend, someone I could go to if I needed to. I don't know what I'd do... Geez, I can't even imagine the Glade without you. I'd rather die out in the Maze then not have you."

Ivy stared at Minho in shock.

"Are you serious?"

"You did ask for an honest answer."

Ivy smiled slightly, moving closer to him as she took his hand in hers. Minho smiled back at her, his brown eyes flickering briefly to her lips before returning to her eyes. Suddenly, a shout came from below.

"Watch out!" a voice that sounded like Newt cried. "There's a bloody snake in the Glade!"

Ivy chuckled, shaking her head as she backed away from Minho.

"Thanks for ruining the bloody moment, Newt," she said, making Minho laugh. "He's definitely like a brother: funny, protective, and annoying."

Minho laughed again. He removed his hand from Ivy's, only to wrap it around her shoulders and pull her into his side. Ivy smiled and rested her head on his shoulder. The two sat in a comfortable silence for a long time simply enjoying each other's company.

"Oh, I almost forgot!" Ivy said suddenly. "I talked with Alby and Newt earlier today about making a change with the Runners."

"What kind of change?"

"Making you the Keeper of the Runners." Minho's eyes widened in surprise as he looked down at her. "We talked about it earlier today and they agreed. I'll still be around to help and everything but you'll be the one in charge. Adam even agreed."

Minho smiled and side-hugged Ivy.

"I'll do my best," he said.

"I know you will."

"You know, today must be my lucky day. First I find a couple new halls in the Maze, then I become a Keeper and get a girl."

"And who said I wanted to be your girl?" Ivy questioned with a smirk.

"Would you like to be my girl?"

"I'd love to."

It's weird, Ivy thought, smiling. I've felt like I've had these feelings before but that's impossible.