NEWT POV
"Oh, shit." I say, now fully removing myself from Thomas. "Where was she last seen?" I ask Minho.
"Whenever you last saw her, Newt." Minho says.
"Aw, shit. That was like an hour ago." I say.
Thomas wraps an arm around me. "Well, we have to find her." He says.
"Yes, Tommy, I'm aware." I say blankly.
Minho looks between us. "Alright, let's split up."
"No." Thomas says.
"What do you mean, no?" Minho asks.
"I mean no, we're not splitting up." He says, taking my hand. "If you wanna go galavanting around with some random girl on the loose, be my guest. But I'm not leaving Newt."
Minho looks at me. "Oh, how sweet." He says sarcastically. "Yes, you are, it's better this way."
"Listen, Minho, maybe he's right." I say.
"Oh, you just don't want to leave your boyfriend." He says the last word with venom. "Whatever, I don't care." He walks away.
I look after him.
"Come on." Thomas says, pulling me along. "Let's go."
We walk along the beach, looking for Elizabeth.
I hear someone whisper my name.
"What was that?" I ask, jumping.
"What was what?" Thomas asks.
I hear it again.
"I swear someone is whispering my name!" I cry.
Thomas looks at me.
"Newt!"
We both hear it this time. We turn around and Elizabeth stands before us.
"WHOA!" Thomas cries, stumbling backwards and falling.
I sigh, pulling him up.
"Elizabeth, why did you run?" I ask.
She looks at me, her bright green eyes watching me. "This is why."
She start to lift her shirt.
"AH!" I say. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Oh, don't be a baby." She says, hitting my arm. She lifts her shirt up to her stomach.
I feel Thomas shift beside me. Against her bare skin, I see a black dot.
"What the hell is that?" I ask.
She shakes her head. "I don't know. It appeared a few days ago. It's grown." She says, looking back up at me.
"Well, that's not concerning at all!" Thomas says sarcastically.
"Shut up, Tommy." I say, studying the dot. "Well, that's certainly odd." I look back up at her. "Is this why you came here?"
"I told you already, I don't remember." She repeats, lowering her shirt.
I nod, backing up from her. "And you ran because you didn't want anyone finding out?" I ask
She nods. "They can't know. They might kick me out."
"Well, Elizabeth, they might anyway." I say. "You come here with unknown purposes and it's gonna raise a few eyebrows."
"I better go back though, huh?" She asks nervously.
I put a hand on her arm. "Yeah, but you'll be okay."
She smiles at me. "Okay." She waves and runs back to the building.
Thomas watches her leave. I wrap my arms around his waist.
"You're cute when you're jealous." I say.
He chuckles. "Oh, shut up." He says.
I kiss him. "It's true."
"I know." He says. "I'm cute all the time."
I roll my eyes. "Okay, Mr. Ego. We better go tell Minho we found her."
"Yeah." Thomas says.
Then, as if on cue, Minho stomps over.
"Why are you just standing there?" He asks us.
"Because we found her, Minho." I say bitterly.
He nods curtly. "Right. Where is she then?"
"She's back where she belongs." Thomas says.
Minho narrows his eyes. "Good." He leaves.
"Alright." I say. "It's late, come on."
I make to leave but he grabs my wrist.
"What is that dot, Newt?" He asks. "The Flare?"
I shake my head. "No, no, it's something else."
"Fabulous." Thomas says.
I grab his hand. "Now, please, let's go to bed."
That night, I dream of Elizabeth. But it doesn't feel exactly like dreaming. More scattered scenes here and there.
I wake up abruptly, sitting up. Thomas sits on the foot of my bed.
"Tommy, what on earth are you doing?" I ask him.
"Sitting." He says.
"Okay, smart-ass." I say. "Why are you sitting here?"
"I couldn't sleep." He admits.
"Well, why didn't you wake me up, then?" I ask, concerned. "You know I'd let you sleep with me." I sense his reaction. "Shut up." I say before a word gets out his mouth.
He smirks. "It's only five."
"Bloody hell, is it really that early?" I ask, rubbing my eyes. He nods. "We can go back to sleep, if you want." I say.
He moves closer to me. "I'm not tired anymore."
"Okay." I say. I climb out of the covers. "What do you want to do, then?"
He shrugs. "I dunno."
Then, I remember my dreams. My eyes widen.
"You okay?" He asks me.
"Fine, fine." I say. "Totally fine."
Thomas stands up. He grabs my hands and pulls me up too. I lose my balance and fall against him.
"Sorry." I say, blushing slightly.
He kisses my forehead. "Come on."
I grab his hand, lacing our fingers together. "Alright."
We walk out to a field. I see Elizabeth sitting in the middle, her red hair clearly visible.
"ELIZABETH!" I shout. Her head turns. "DOES MINHO KNOW YOU'RE HERE?"
She nods. I nod too.
Thomas pulls me closer to him. "Why are you trusting her?" He whispers.
"Because she's given me no reason not to, Tommy." I respond.
Thomas nods. Then, he kisses me. I melt against him before remembering Elizabeth. I pull away.
"Tommy..." I sigh. "Come on."
We walk over to Elizabeth. She looks at Thomas.
"Hello." She says. "You know, I don't actually know who you are."
"Thomas." He says curtly.
She nods. "You're Newt's friend, then?"
"No." Thomas says sharply. I groan inwardly.
"Tommy," I sigh. "Be nice."
She looks between us, smiling. I see a notebook in her lap.
"What are you doing?" I ask her.
"Drawing." She responds, closing the book.
"What?" I ask.
She shrugs. "Anything that catches my eye." She says, her eyes meeting mine, making my face go red.
"I-" I start.
Then, I hear Minho shouting for us. Thomas and I run over to him.
"Yes?" I say.
"Why have you been spending so much time with her?" He asks.
"Because," I say. "She's...interesting."
Minho sighs. "Just, be careful, Newt, Thomas. We can't trust her. Not yet."