A loud screaming wakes you up from a deep slumber, making you fall face first from the wooden bed. "Shuck it!"
With your face crumpled in so much annoyance because of your interrupted sleep, you slam open the door of the homestead and shout at the top of your lungs.
"Will you all shut the fuck up?! I'm trying to sleep here for crying out loud!" you bawled, feeling the invisible steam coursing out of your ears.
The loud cheers immediately died and was replaced by eerie silence. Every eyes went on your direction. You're breathing heavily like a lion ready to attack its prey.
Gladers know better not to mess with you especially when you're sleeping. You're worse than a Griever when you're mad and so everyone stumbled to their feet as they marched towards their respective sleeping bags.
"Sorry about that, we're just trying to have some fun," Alby walked towards you with the help of his crutch, tapping slightly your shoulder that's been shaking in rage.
"Well screw you!" you scowled, earning a soft chuckle from Alby before he went inside the Homestead.
You are the standing leader among all the Gladers, Alby appointed you after he got his left leg paralyzed. You're one of the wittiest and strategic Glader and also one of the eldest so everyone agreed with Alby despite the fact that you'd just arrived two months earlier.
All of them respects you, admire your intelligence and plans of escape. Each of them want to touch a piece of your skin because let's admit it, you're really hot and gorgeous.
But there is one person truly contradicts everything. That one British guy who never follows you and your new rules. He's the second in command and you thought he's just mad at you because you got the position he dearly expected to be his.
After everyone got inside, you turned your gaze to the log near the bonfire. A smirk flashed on your lips as soon as you saw Newt drowning himself with a jar of mash.
You walked playfully in front of him. Yes you're pissed off about your disturbed sleep so it's unfair if you're just the only one.
You stopped in front of Newt, blocking the light from the fire. He lifted a sharp gaze on you, his lips were red and wet and you noticed the corner of it was bleeding faintly.
With your eyebrows knitted together, you leans down to look clearly at his face.
"What the bloody hell you want now?" he said the exact words you're expecting to him say. You held back a laughter and continued to stare at his face.
Newt is really hot, you thought. From those glassy hazel eyes, curvy pointed nose, sexy thin lips and the hair... Oh how you love his hair, those wild blond strands which you wanted your fingers in between.
"It'll be really soothing if you throw your arse back to the homestead," he snapped, pulling you out of your sinful thoughts.
You sat on the log, crossing your legs together. You're only wearing the boxer shorts you got from Minho's which is slightly loose for you, making your undergarment almost exposed from the leg holes.
"I came up with a new entertainment and because I won't be able to get my sleep back, I think tonight's the best way to start." You glanced at Newt who's face contorts in pure irritation and curiosity.
"Well whatever it might be, I don't bloody care," he spat before emptying his jar and tossing it along with the other two.
"Geez, how much you've drank?" you asked mockingly.
You know Newt is really annoyed with you. The Gladers had been very loyal to you since Alby appointed you as their new leader, they're only following you and treating Newt just like some normal Glader. They've been ignoring all his rants and commands like he's not there anymore.
You noticed how his jaws tightened, he propped himself up and looks at you. "Don't ever speak to me again, I hate you. Why do you have to be here? Why those shucking creators even sent a blithering lunatic like you?! You're bloody nonsense!"
Your ears seems to throb about what he said. You know you've been working hard to plot your escape, you are spending twelve hours of everyday inside the map room, analyzing every possible way out.
Newt was about to storm away when you grab his wrist, pulling him back. You gulped the bile that rose up in your throat and rigidly stare at his eyes.
"If I'm nonsense then what are you Newt? You are useless." you even glanced at his leg which has the slight limp he got from trying to jump off the wall.
And that's all you need to provoke him. Newt eyed you deeply and you know how furious he was judging on how his muscles were shaking. One word and he'll surely burst like some active volcano.
You leans close to his ear and whispered, "A burden."
A yelp escaped your lips when Newt jerked on your legs and lifted you up, throwing half of your body behind him. "Put me down!" you shouted while banging yout fists against his back.
He grip tightly on your legs and started walking towards his hut. It was far from the others and surely no one will hear you even how hard you try to scream.
Either all Gladers were already snoring in their sleeping bags or they'll just assume it's a howl from the creatures in the maze.
Newt throws you over his bed, luckily he it has a mattress on it. He locked the door using a various knot before turning to you again.
You never missed those fire inside his gorgeous eyes, you wanted to smile since you've been dying to be with him.
From the moment you woke up inside the metal lift, the very first person caught your eyes was Newt. You always wanted him. Only if he's not that sour over you then maybe there's already a literal baby glader there with you.
Your mouth fell open when he unbuckle his belt and jumped over the bed. "You'll learn your lesson not to mess with me." he grab your hands and threw them over your head.
"I'm going to kill you!" despite of too much struggling, you still failed to flee your arms as Newt succeed on tying them on the headboard using his belt.
You tried to kick him on the gut but he's surprisingly fast, he sat on your lap and for the first time you saw him smirking teasingly.
"You want this right? You did this to yourself," his voice were cold and it's freaking you out.
Surely you want him. Badly. But not that way, you're starting to feel unease about mocking him that far.
"N-no.. I'm sorry okay? I'm just trying to fool around. No serious personal businesses. I want to be your friend Newt," you tried to put a lot of sincerity in your tone but Newt doesn't recognise it as he replied with a sarcastic laugh.
"That was bloody convincing," he commented.
He leans down and put his hands at either side of your head, your faces were just inches away and you can perfectly smell the alcohol mixed with mint and iced tea of his breath.
Your heart began beating fast, was it because of fear? Or excitement?
Newt flicked his tongue over the roof of his mouth as he shook his head. "You're playing with fire y/n,"
You gulped when his face draws near, the heat creeps on your cheeks upon sudden contact, "Why you can't speak now? You're afraid?"
Yes. You thought, but you'll never admit that.
"Get off me or I will scream. Newt you know I made a law to protect myself from any form of harassment. Alby is your friend and so Minho, don't make them throw you on those Grievers." You said plainly, hiding the intimidation in your voice.
"Go on, scream as long as you want. You'll do that anyways, although maybe in a different reason," your eyes widened when he straighten his back, grab your shirt and torn it apart.
You wanted to cover your expose chest since he broke your bra in the process but your hands were tied up.
"Stop! Please!" you cried, but he's been already swallowed by emotions.
He picked the torn fabric of your shirt and used it to cover your mouth.
"For the meantime, you need to shut up love," his endearment surprised you. It's causing some butterflies in your stomach which is awkward given your current situation.
To be continued...